As I try to squeeze in little moments of making here and there -- one cut and one stitch at a time -- my mind wanders back to almost a year ago and how not too much has changed. In those early days of new motherhood I would lay my sleeping babe on the bed and run, literally, to the other room to get as much done as I could in the 15 minutes that I knew he would tolerate sleeping out of my arms. I'm sure the fly-on-the-wall view was pretty funny: disheveled woman sprints across room to attack a dowel with a hacksaw. Not only did I want to make these things for my little one, I needed that time so badly. I needed tangible proof that I was doing something with my days. The work of motherhood can be so invisible. Making a mobile, a rattle, knitting a hat, baking, cooking a meal...these were my proof (to who? myself mostly) that I was indeed alive and that my days mattered.
It's slightly different now, but only slightly. Silas can entertain himself for short stretches and he can move about on his own, leaving my hands free to do other things. But now that my hands are open, I find it's my mind that has a hard time focusing on things non-baby. I'm in a constant state of distraction. I am so in awe of mamas who are able to be creative and to make beautiful things concurrently with mothering. I have much to learn from you!