Ok, so, I have mentioned the art thing. I know I have...you know the "life long dream of doing my own art" gig. I started thinking (inner monologue) about what if I have a million paintings left over after the covered bridge festival? I guess I should do another festival.
I got online and one link lead to another and I was lead to the Irvington Halloween festival. Hmmmm..... I contacted them. YEP they had booth space if I hurried. I printed out the forms and then hmmmm.......
I looked at J -age 7- and said (outloud this time) I am not sure if I should do this or not, what if nothing sells?
Then I realized I should have made that comment in my head. What kind of mom says that to her 7 year old? It is not her job to take care of my concerns. ....but I am glad I did. That little freckled face pixie looked at me, smiled and then put her hands on her hips. "MOM, you are an amazing artist, you need to do this, and just be brave. I was nervous when I sang on the 4th of July but I did it and I am so glad that I did"
OK SERIOUSLY what kind of example would I set after that half time speech if I didn't sign up. I reluctantly signed the check and walked it out to the mailbox. Man I love that kid.
I am reminded of a Ben Folds song...he talks about how when we are kids we imagine how the need to fit in and being scared ends when you are an adult. Once you are an adult you realize that it keeps going and going. surprising sometimes. I am painting like a fool with that little freckled face in the back of my mind. I am also loving that L comes down every morning to see what I painted and declares....Mommy painted that. Yep I did.
Blessings,
Lindsay
Julia is so wise...
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