One of my biggest fears (not really, but sort of) is that my kids are going to marry a person who's mom was all martha stewart-ish and realize that I'm not. I look at at the blogish ladies and all the pictures of their craftinesses and see the neat house behind those crafty goodies and hang my head. Yeah, I get crafty every now and again, but if I do, the rest of the house looks like an earthquake, a really big one, hit it. And I never get a chance to finish most of what I start. Right now I have this awesome steam punklet skirt half way done sitting on the sewing table in the middle of the entry way that I started right before Purim. Looking at it right now, I have no idea what I was thinking at the time or how to finish it. Good thing the fabric only cost $2.50 at St. Vinnies, but still!
Then, my son, my 13 year old son, sat down next to me after getting home from the hospital (yup she's back in) and he put his arm around me. He said, "Mom I'm really proud of you for holding us all together during all this. You're awesome." Squeeze, squeeze and off he went.
Okay.
Well there you go.
Wow... he's amazing! :o)
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