The value of creativity was something she nurtured in me. Any sort of creative interest was supported whole-heartedly by her. And I’ve always been extremely grateful for that. I never really questioned why she was so devoted to her creative side, and also to helping us grow ours. I just figured it’s something she liked to do. And of course, she did, but there was something more behind it.
It wasn’t until I started questioning my own burning need to be in tune with my creative self that I came to understand her more. Sure, she liked doing all of that. But the truth is, she needed it. She needed it to get through staying home with three young children who were most likely at each other’s throats all day. She needed it to get through the nights when my dad had to work late. She needed it to take her mind off financial woes or anything else that may have been troubling her.
I get it.
I get that working with your hands offers a respite from the mundane everyday. I get that nothing takes your mind off of a stressful situation more than intricate needlework. I get that sometimes all you can do to stay sane is to splash paint onto a page and let yourself get completely lost.
I get it.
Because let’s face it. Life is a beautiful blessing. It’s an amazing thing, but it can be hard. Things don’t always go as planned. There are always more bills to be paid than there is money to be made. Things break and need to be replaced. People change and friendships sour. We go through times that test us down to our very core.
But we find comfort in creativity. And though it doesn’t solve everything, it helps us get through it all.
I get it.
I talk to my mom every day after work and there are days where she seems just so tired and worn out from helping everyone all of the time. And I keep nudging her to dust off her sewing machine and start it up again, knowing the simple act of sorting through fabric will connect her with her former self.
So isn’t it perfect that my old bedroom, the one she painted for me time and time again, is now her new sewing room? And now, the one whose creativity she nurtured is trying to nurture it in her? She has always wanted her own room to sew in. With the help and support of my dad, her lifelong dream can come true.
Because he gets it.