My life is really not that interesting. I am a part-time-creative Mother at best. Just this morning I was at the dentist and I happily picked up the Family Fun magazine, knowing I finally had the time to read and it is always filled with good crafty stuff. But by the 6th page, my head swarmed with envy at the creative play of kids. Is this what my children are supposed to be doing? Do I need to head to the store to get some straws and glitter and oh...did I already recycle that cardboard box? Dang it. Wait...I don't have marbles either....so on to the next page. Just look what that mom did with her kids in Wisconsin! Every afternoon they have a scheduled craft--one week the entire focus was on colored pasta.
The reality hit me. I am not.that.mom.
In my defense, I would like to say it is because I work and so the time that I am at home with them is spent doing more constructive things...like making them fold their laundry and pick up legos. Something has to give, right? But I can't help but wonder if I am hindering their development in some way by not having them dye pasta. If I should be planning creative play activities that they can do when not under my care--or better yet--when they are. Is that time-devotion amidst the chaos of life even possible? Are they going to flunk Math or Science because I didn't buy the red paper cups and masking tape to configure a play lighthouse?
I think I need to get my act together. Like, now.
So! I am going to get a year subscription to Family Fun magazine in the hopes that it will encourage pasta coloring enthusiasm around here. And I'm off to buy some glitter. Because you never know when a sparkly mess might determine how cool of a Mom you are or not. Plus, I've been wanting to make some puffy paint Ked shoes circa 1991 these days anyway. Then perhaps, I can at least look the part;)