I love trying and learning new things. Sometimes it goes well. I’ve learned how to make wine, and while the first batch wasn’t the best I’ve ever tasted it was good and strong. I’ve learned how to make soap, which was surprisingly easy and a great new source of presents for those hard to shop for people. This winter I learned how knit, also a great source of presents for those hard to shop for people. On a side note, are there really any easy to shop for people, or is it just that I usually have a small person shopping with me who doesn’t understand that not everyone shares her love for all things purple and sparkly?
Of course not every new skill comes easily, or at all. Our new puppy is now almost 3 and I swear this is the summer I figure to how to get him to listen to me and walk on a leash without dragging someone. I decided to make pine needle baskets since we have a LOT of pine needles just turning to mulch in our back yard. A few days later I had one very small basket, pine needles all over my kitchen and achy arms and fingers from trying to hold it all together while I tied the wax string around everything. I also took a digital photography class. It all seemed to make sense during the class, but when I look back at my notes, they may as well have been written in a different language. I did figure out how to get my camera off all the manual settings and back to auto, which is pretty much where it will be staying.
However, as much as I like learning something new, nothing compares to watching my kids learn something new. Every milestone, from rolling over to walking to riding a bike brings tears of happiness. The kids think I’m weird, they don’t have kids yet so they don’t understand why mom’s eyes can get wet just watching them. I tell them I’m not crying, it’s just liquid pride leaking out……Ok, full disclosure, I actually stole the liquid pride line from somewhere else. I’d like to say it I saw it while I was sitting around reading on of the classics of great literature, but I actually saw it on an episode of My Little Ponies. Don’t judge me, I really did try like Downton Abby, but apparently the accents and dark clothes from the first two episodes just put me to sleep. I guess I need bright colors, and cheerful songs to keep me interested and to help me tell the characters apart. Anyway, liquid pride is a great way to describe the tears I’ve been know to let leak out when my kids do something great.
As the school year draws to a close I think back to some great accomplishments, things that seem little, like my son just enjoying school and learning, my daughter finally getting excited about learning the letters of the alphabet, or bigger things like my son winning a gold medal at his martial arts tournament, or my daughter learning to ride her bike. None of these things came easy for the kids, or me. Just like some of the things they’ll accomplish in the future won’t be easy, but when they finally get it, in their own time and in their own way there is nothing better.