Some days I find myself looking into my life from above-like an observer. On days like yesterday the observer in me thinks this job looks fun and that the lady down there is doing a pretty good job.
Last year when we first moved here The Girl had to decorate a “Gingerbread kid”. We were literally in town for about a day when this happened and per usual she casually mentioned this project right before bed. So at breakfast the next day we found some old Scottie Dog fabric that her grandmother had given her to wrap around her doll as a dress. We stripped the doll and glued (Elmer’s style) that slab of fabric to the paper Gingerbread Kid. We were proud. She looked a little like Cave Woman Gingerbread Kid because her dress had only enough fabric for one shoulder. We called her Wilma and I gave myself a nice pat on the back for the improvisation. Thank goodness The Girl has my artistic ability which means she also has low standards, so she was quite happy with her creation.
About a week later The Husband and I showed up for open classroom night to see a beautiful display of Gingerbread Kids. All along the clothesline there were bedazzled kids, kids in full Yankee uniforms, kids with yarn hair and SHOES(!). They were gorgeous and clearly had been created by parent hands. There amongst the runway of Gingerbread Kids hung Wilma in all her pieced together fabric glory. I was mortified. My poor kid-what an introduction to this class! The Girl dragged us both over to proudly show us her work. She was anything but mortified. She was proud of her work and a job well done. Dad and I learned a lot that night.
So here we are again, one year and what seems like a lifetime later. The Girl has to make a bug. They have been studying insects and now it’s time to create her own. I still have no talent and The Girl and I share the simple gene so all she wanted was pipe cleaners. Luckily I talked to another mom who reminded me how these will be displayed for open classroom night and some of the projects already brought in had full habitats and more. Off to the craft store we went which is an adventure in and of itself. When I got The Girl on board the idea that we maybe needed more than pipe cleaner, we started having fun. She decided her bug would live in a dressing room and eat the thread of fancy clothes. (I mean, hello apple you haven’t fallen far from the clothes obsessed tree.) Thus was born: Sassy Bug. Sassy was a labor of love. My only job was poking holes in the styrofoam using a Kabob thingy. The only reason I took this job over was that we didn’t have time for an ER visit. The habitat was a box with a hanger full of sequins. It was simple because she didn’t do it until this morning. But Sassy Bug was gorgeous and all her-paint, sequin scarf, googly eyes. It was such fun to watch her think it and do it. I am sure it won’t be the neatest or the most beautiful, but it will be 99.999% the mind and hands of a first grader and this year we will all stand proud at open classroom night.
To The Girl and to mom, I say-well done. To Sassy-well, just work it chick.
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