Every time we went to Nana's house she would be working on another project. Usually my sisters and I were able to craft along side her, normally taking home a finished or almost finished craft from each visit. Maybe she knew by teaching us crafts we would be calmer, more focused during our visit rather than bouncing off the walls bored out of our minds. Or maybe she loved crafting so much that she enjoyed passing it on to others. Either way I'm eternally grateful.
When I became a mother, the first six months of my son's life my projects went on hold because I devoted myself to his daily care. Slowly I realized that I missed my crafts and the sense of accomplishment they gave me. In my quest to be a great mother I forgot that I needed to take time for myself to better love the time I spend with him.
Now I craft and play with more joy.
I hope to pass on the love of crafting and the legacy of my Nana to my children.