I may just be the least crafty person I know.
I’m about as artistic as a three year-old . . . except I can color between the lines. I gave up on visual art in the 1st grade and learned early on that this wasn’t exactly my gifting.
When I look at other moms coming up with art projects and creating all sorts of goodies for their children – scrapbooks, costumes, outfits, blankets, party favors – I am in nothing short of awe.
My sister tried to teach me how to knit once (maybe twice) and I failed miserably. I could barely pay attention long enough to understand what she was doing with the needle. I attempted one stitch before I dropped the ball of yarn and put my needles away for good.
I was once talking with a mom friend of mine about how I would never be able to give my child a home-made anything. She said, “When you have kids, of course you will!”
No, I won’t.
That’s like saying to someone who has never cooked anything besides rice and instant noodles that when she gets married, she will be able to cook delicious meals for her husband. You can ask Kevin how well that turned out. Did I also mention that I just recently learned how to boil an egg?
But maybe I shouldn’t be too hard on myself. Perhaps I won’t be able to hand-make all of her Halloween costumes or knit her blankets and dolls (I will pay the talented people of this world to do that for me and stimulate this shit-hole of an economy while I am at it). But I can spend my time writing down memories and incredibly embarrassing stories about her and bind them in a book for her amusement later on when she is able to appreciate them. I can provide entertainment.