Friday, April 18, 2014

Five Minute Friday # 2

“Mom, wanna see something cool?” Always. “Mom, this dinner is the best. Thank you.” No. Thank you. “Mom, I love you.” I love you too. They are my glue. Three little tubes of super glue that fix me when I'm broken. They also tend to break me. “Kids and parents don't go together. Ever.” “I just don't want you to talk to me anymore. Ever.” And the screaming tantrums that are unidentifiable. Being a mom is tough. My mom told me that. I get it now, and I wish I could tell her. That is the thing that sticks with me most nearly 8 years after she died. I wish I could tell her about each and every moment that I realize what she was talking about years ago. I wish I could show her that my children are a lot like me when I was a kid, sometimes as payback for how I was to her. They talk too much. They yell and stomp. And they love with their whole heart in ways that I never knew possible. Thank God for these blessings and for all children.

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Friday, April 11, 2014

Five Minute Friday- Paint

Paint
Reminds me of my youth when I tried to mimic my older sister- so good with artistic ventures. I loved to paint. Acrylic in particular, because that is what art class always used. I painted something in high school that still hangs on my wall. It's a Holstein cow on a beach. It was on the topic of juxtaposition. The challenge was to create something that put two things together that didn't seem like they belonged. I still love that. And I love that it reminds me the meaning of juxtaposition. So painting was a creative venture that I truly enjoyed. I even painted in college. My classes were much more critical then. I painted a book to honor my brother, who died when I was 13. He was “chasin' the horizon.” so the paintings follow that idea. I don't know where that book is now. I hope I find it again someday. Then there is big boring room painting that has been my only painting adventures in ages. Approximately 15 years. Then there is kids. My kids would LOVE to paint more, and I would love to allow that, but the mess.... oh the mess.... something changed in me over the past 6 years and I have found it difficult to let down my hair and play. I love to play. But I also feel the pressure to keep things neat and tidy. Where does that pressure come from, if not from myself?  

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