A Loud Reminder

I’ve been a mom for nearly 17 years now. That means I’ve attended around 800 Masses with at least one child, aged four or less, since August 1998. I’ve paced, I’ve played, I’ve prayed, I’ve pointed out colors in stained glass windows, read books, nursed (oh, so much nursing!), and I’ve worked hard to keep my kids from being a distraction to others.

It’s nice to know that some people, like Meg Hunter-Kilmer appreciate the distraction.

On behalf of those of us who don’t understand the sacrifices you make to bring your kids to the wedding feast, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for judging you and being annoyed at you and rolling my eyes and everything else that focuses on me instead of on us. Your kids are a very important part of us, even–especially–when they won’t stop yelling.

Because yes, your kids are distracting me. They’re distracting me from my narcissism. They’re distracting me from the idol I’ve made of worship, making me encounter God as he really is, not as I want him to be. They’re distracting me from the endless series of irrelevant thoughts that occupy my “praying” mind.

Your screaming kids are distracting me. Thank you for that.

Yellow Beauty

Getting Back to It

Thanks to the latest issue of Somerset Memories, I’m giving scrapbooking another go.

Day Lily


Today’s foray into the world of art had me dipping into my Shinhan watercolors.

Under the Brim

Just Put One Foot in Front of the Other

I don’t like feeling overwhelmed. In fact, few things put me in a bad mood like feeling overwhelmed. Luckily for my kids, I’m pretty good at staying “underwhelmed.” : )

Being overwhelmed is not the same as being busy. I’ve been very busy lately. I’ve been so busy, I’m finding it difficult to get inspired when it comes to doing anything even close to creative. When I’m overwhelmed, I don’t know where to start. There is so much coming at me and so many choices to be made, I get paralyzed. Over the years, though, I’ve developed a pretty good strategy for staying on an even keel in the realm of the whelm. (Yes, “whelm” really is a word. It means “to submerge; engulf.”)

How do I do it, you ask? By narrowing my options to as few as possible and then just getting started. (By the by, I’m very good at getting started, but not equally as good at finishing.) I implemented this strategy at teatime today.

Like I said, I’ve been so busy that I’m finding it hard to get inspired, and this is especially annoying at teatime, when I’m supposed to be doing something creative. So, I reached for the item on the top of one of my piles, telling myself that I would deal with whatever it was. It turns out that it was a Dick Blick Art Supply sale catalog. Good, I thought, I’ll finally look through it, then throw it in the recycle bin. It didn’t quite work out that way, though. A few pages in, I found myself inspired by this Tracy Hetzel painting.

About two hours, two dozen Prismacolor pencils, myriad shavings, one sketchbook page, one-and-a-half-cups of tea, and innumerable comments on Stella’s drawing later, I ended up with her (got any name suggestions?):

Sunshine in Her Hair; Flowers in Her Hands

Remember that Orange Moleskine I Got for my Birthday?


I wish I’d think about it more often. I started the drawing on the right months ago. Today, it looks just the same.

Myths About Artists, Number Five

Structured drawing lessons are inappropriate for children. They should develop their ability through free expression and exploration only.

We don’t expect children to play the piano, study dance, or learn a sport without showing them the basic components of these subjects. Why do we expect them to understand the complexities of drawing on their own? Imagine expecting children to write creative stories without teaching them the alphabet and the structure of language. Learning the language of drawing and painting is likewise essential for anyone wanting to pursue those arts creatively.

—Mona Brookes, Drawing with Children

Starting to Look Like Spring