Hmmm. . . contemplation. . . thinking, deliberating, reflecting and considering.
Yes. . . these are some of the things I’ve been doing.
For certain, none of them were on my ‘To Do’ list today. . . do you have days that pan out like that?
Take right now for instance. . . I’m sitting here taking random photos around my studio. . . I like looking at everyday items through the camera lens, but we all know that is not what I should be doing.
I started off on the right foot this morning before a mishmash of unplanned things completely derailed my day. Just when I thought I was going to get back on track my eldest daughter came to ask for some advice. Hmmm . . . well that is a strange turn of events.
You see, we’ve reached that stage in parenting where my first born child is almost an adult and she thinks she knows it all. I on the other hand according to the laws of the universe (apparently) ‘have no clue’ because. . . well. . . I’m OLD!!
So, there we were. . . the ‘almost an adult know-it-all’ trying to explain her major body of artwork for her final school certificate to this ‘clueless mother’. Initially I was a bit chuffed that finally she was ready to discuss and share it with me. I totally get that she feels intimidated discussing her art with me; it’s what I do for a job and it’s an area I feel completely comfortable in. I’m also acutely aware that any outside assistance could jeopardise her final marking, so I’ve stepped back leaving her under the watchful eye of her art teacher.
Now right about here I need to tell you that my Jess is a bit of a dreamer. She has lots of fanciful ideas and can be quite creative. I listened intently as she outlined what she envisaged for her theme. . . it sounded quite amazing. . . . umm, so AMAZING in fact that I queried how she might be planning to execute such an idea. Apparently she hadn’t really worked that bit out yet, nor was she overly concerned.
Not concerned. . . NOT CONCERNED!!! It was right about there that this ‘clueless mother’ had several heart palpitations.
Seriously. . . is she trying to kill me!!
I had visions of that age old scenario where the child comes to the parent the night before a major assignment is due and says “by the way, I have a big assignment to do…. BY TOMORROW”. Except this isn’t just any year. . . this is THE year. . . the one they spend 12 years working up to. . . the one that determines their future and which Uni they go to! This is it!
Uuugh . . . I feel a tingle of stress.
Life was so much easier when she was just a kid. . . she knew less and I knew more – lol.
And failing that, there was always the naughty corner. . . I could always hide out there because the kids weren’t keen to hang out there.
Until next time (when hopefully there’s been a break through), hugs ~ Kerryanne
