Creativity is a huge part of my world. I see my world through the lens of a photographer, remember things with a writer’s pen, and dream with a painter’s brush. My soul breathes creativity, and it warms my heart to know that my children have inherited that gene from me. While it sometimes breeds frustration when we cannot achieve the product that we have dreamed of in our mind’s eye, the process is still very important. As I watched my younger one crochet his own creations at the tender age of ten years old, he can see what he wants to create. He has taken my guidance and moved beyond what I have given him and created more…turned it into his.
What comes with this territory is frustration, upset, sometimes a couple tears, but then it ends in pure joy. The joy that you don’t get from buying an item, but one of soulful satisfaction for doing it yourself. It may not be perfect. It may not be the product envisioned, but it is a unique, one of a kind item that was created with love, determination, creativity, positive reinforcement, and joy.