“What do you do all day when we are at school?” My son asked me.
A pageant of vignettes marched before me. Days before he told his friends that I don’t work. He really means I stay home to work, I reasoned, or did he? It’s thorny to discern from a 9-years-old’s imprecise words.
“I paint, I work on my website, I blog and write, I handle orders and I teach my workshop.” I replied, ferreting a collected tone. “Basically, I run my business.”
I didn’t say that in one day I fret and scheme, I doubt and pout. I handle thwacks of failure and near misses. I celebrate small successes. I battle my impulse to do everything and surrender to limited time. I shake it off and forge ahead.
“That a lot, mom.” He conceded.
C) Marika Reinke – Adventures in Art with Heart, Humor and Spirit.