What a day

A long time ago there was a newspaper writer who would, every Sunday, write about her previous week. I don't remember her name, I just remember that she posted from New Hampshire, she was married with children and she worked from home. I especially remember the article posted on the Valentine's week issue. She had her girls, and their friends use the dining room to make Valentine's Day cards and decorations. Then she decided NOT to clean up the dining room table. She dared herself to leave the dining room an absolute artful mess for two weeks. And she did it...and why do I remember that article after all these years?

Maybe because years later I had 3 kids of my own, and we spent hours out of the day creating art. If we weren't at the pool (my other crazy love) we were being artistic. Paper, pens, crayons, paint, clay, playdo, pencils, coloring books, oh my gosh it was everywhere,  all the time. And I learned to live with the beauty of that mess.

I have 3 grown up kids now..My youngest is an artist. Gorgeous artwork. So cool. Everything hangs on her wall or sits on her furniture, or she wears her original  jewelry. My oldest is a Spanish teacher and I know that years of art and imaginative play is now the basis for her natural ability to teach children a foreign language. My son, an aquatic phenom, has become a swim instructor and water polo coach. He used to love to mix up animals and he would draw or create these imaginative creatures in clay.

So now here I am, here we are, and it has been a crazy 6 years since moving from their childhood home of beautiful California to the hardwired DC area. Everyday has been an adventure. Good, bad, ridiculous, crazy, nuts, worse than ever, better than ever, awesome, okay, not bad, no big deal, good, bad....and I could go on and on.

I am going to use this as a daily, weekly, or somewhere in between diary. Hopefully there will be some young girl out there who reads my posts and remembers me forever, for something that happened to me and it made a difference for her.