While I love taking care of my family, there are times that the stress of being mom, chauffeur, doctor, confidant, chef, maid, school teacher, etc. starts to get the best of me. Patience becomes a memory, encouragement becomes a dream, and peace evaporates in our household. It is ugly! I don’t even want to be around myself.
Over the years I have learned that I have to be creative on a regular basis to keep for loosing my mind. I always have a small project in my purse for waiting rooms. Those are nice, but sometimes I just need something more substantial.
My solution is usually a sewing day or two. I love to sew. I’m not even picky about what I am sewing, as long as I am creating something new. Mending is a whole other story. Yuck!!!
Two years I decided I wanted to make a quilt for each of my kids for their birthdays. My husband has some beautiful quilts from his grandmothers that he cherishes. I wanted to make something my kids could keep, not wear out or outgrow. It sounded like a great idea. If Scott’s grandmothers could make quilts for all the grandkids, surely I could make one for each of our kids.
Well, I forgot to take a few things into account. One, I was pregnant with our seventh child. Two, I had six children at home to care for. Three, we homeschool. I’m sure there are more, but that gives you the idea. Now that I think about it, Scott’s grandmothers made quilts after their kids were grown and on their own. I should have noticed that since they made quilts for the “grandkids.” Not being one to give up even when I should, I started sewing.
I am so glad that I did. I had to juggle my time a lot, but my stress level was much lower during the pregnancy. I didn’t get all the quilts made for last year’s birthdays, but I did finish three. This year I am hoping to finish the rest.
This is the first quilt I finished. I love it because I was able to incorporate appliques from Scott’s mom’s dress, and fabric from my dad’s shirts. Being able to wrap our new baby in a quilt that I made was so special.
The hat and boots were my “purse projects” during my pregnancy. I spent a lot of time in waiting rooms, so they were easy to finish.