You know how the old saying goes..."The shoe-makers children have no shoes." I must admit that I had a sneaking suspicion that the artist's baby would have no art. The crafter's child would have no crafts. I have an unfortunate way of making creations for everyone else and finding that none of them stay in my own collection. I didn't want to come to the end of my pregnancy and find that our baby had no handmade treasures from his Mama. So, in the final weeks before Owen arrived, I became determined not to let this happen. Art production increased tenfold and long-ago-purchased fabrics were resurrected from their storage drawers, ironed, cut, and sewn into a quilt. It felt marvelous to actually do all the things on my "before-the-baby to-do list."
Now that Owen's here, I am especially glad that I took the time to create. Art-making is a little harder to come by these days. But, seeing the creative gifts I made for him ahead of time gives me confidence that I'll return to my creative ways before long. An artist's son needs a life of creativity. I think that's part of my job. He deserves nothing less.