The concept for this blog, believe it or not, came out of Facebook. Every day, like millions of other people, I post my "status" on my FB profile. Most of the time, my status updates are funny commentaries on things my children have said, or things my husband did or my take on our crazy little life together. Sometimes they revolve around good "deals" I've found at stores or online. Time after time, though, I received comments from friends about how much they enjoyed my updates - how my sentence or two each day would make them laugh or feel like they weren't alone in this crazy world of parenting. After much encouragement to do something with my writing besides entertain everyone on Facebook, this blog was conceived.
To me, there is no piece of artwork my kids bring home that is more precious than something which has their handprints on it. I save every piece of paper they bring home that has my babies' hands on them.
Six years ago, I went to visit my best friend, Renee, who, at the time, was stationed with her husband in Arizona. While I was there, she and I took our daughters (who were both one at the time) to a local pottery painting studio. I decided to have my daughter's handprint put on the center of a large dinner plate. I then painted around her hand and wrote her name and age on it.
I vividly remember that trip because, the next day, my husband called me and told me I'd have to cut my weeklong visit short and return to Texas. He had just received orders for Iraq and would soon be going to war.
Renee had to mail that plate to me once it was ready for pick-up at the studio.
Three years later, I gave birth to Bennett and decided that, when he turned one, I'd have to make a plate for him, too. Well, somehow, life got away from me. I meant to do it as soon as he turned one, as I had with Jordan, but it wasn't until he was only about a month away from turning two that I finally got around to it. I couldn't find the same exact plate as I'd gotten at the studio in Arizona, so I decided to buy a square one instead.
And then came Maclain. I was better about him. He's only 19 months old and his plate was completed about 2 or 3 months ago.
I love those plates. They each sit on my dining room hutch. Sometimes, I just sit and smile as I look at them. I love staring at those little handprints. I love remembering how much fun I had painting them. (I would take the kids in to do their handprints, but then return, a few days later - alone - to sit and paint in silence.) I love knowing that a part of my children's "babyhood" will always be with me - captured forever on those pretty plates.
I am sure a lot of you have great ways to capture your children's handprints and footprints - and I'd love to hear about them!
If you've never done something like this for your kids, it's never too late! Maybe take all your kids to your local pottery painting store and have them put their handprints all over a cookie jar or vase. You will cherish that piece of artwork forver.
I'm a 39 year old mom of 3 kids. One girl (age 10) and two boys (ages 6 and 4). I’ve been married (to the same man, no less) for over 16 years. I'm both a stay-at-home mom and a working mom. (In this world of modern technology, that's a possibility - and, as you'll learn from my blog, I work many "odd" jobs). I struggle each and every day to be the best mom and wife and woman I can be. Sometimes I succeed. Lots of times, though, I just need to take a nap.