He was supposed to be practicing his song for lessons this week. Instead he was composing his own song. I let him go for awhile, but then had to be the mean mom and insist he practice for his lessons. (And yes this post is mainly for the grandparents and family.) 🙂
Category Archives: Childhood
My Squirt has never worn a suit. He’s never worn a tie. He’s never worn a tuxedo. I guess there’s a first time for everything though so when my sister married he was a junior groomsman and wore a tuxedo.
He pretended to be James Bond all day. Love that imagination. So here’s photo overload of my little James Bond.
You are creative. Yes you. You reading this. You are.
I have friends who think I’m creative. Sometimes I think I’m just crafty. When my tendency to compare myself to any of my creative friends or to people like Ali Edwards shows up I don’t feel so creative.
But comparison is fraught with danger.
My son sometimes struggles with his attitudes and feelings about his music lessons. Music comes fairly easily for him. I’m under no delusions he’ll be some famous musician. My expectations are realistic. The visual arts come do come quite easily and naturally for him and he’s quite confident in those artistic abilities.
But there are days with the music he will say in frustration “I want to quit.” We don’t push our son into activities. I realized long ago the important role the simple act of play is in his life. He needs it to process and quiet the many thoughts and ideas running through his mind.
But music is the one area I push and encourage. It is something I believe is important. I wouldn’t push him if I didn’t believe he could do it. Beneath his frustrations with his music, though, lies the comparison trap.
We are blessed to have a gifted music teacher for him. But Squirt can be a perfectionist (like his mom) and at times will begin comparing his abilities to the abilities of others. This time to his teacher’s abilities.
I wish I had learned this one truth as a child or teen – don’t compare yourself to others. As I’ve talked and encouraged Squirt and helped him refocus his perspective I began thinking. How often do I compare myself to others I consider more creative? Too often if I’m honest.
We are all creative beings. Yes we are. Don’t argue.
“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.” – Genesis 1:1
God created. And WE are created in his image.
“So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.” – Genesis 1: 27
Notice how many times that is repeated. If we are created in his image then we ARE creative.
I am creative. You are creative. My Squirt is creative. Even my friends who think they are not creative really are creative in some way.
I wonder if it’s our almost compulsive need to compare ourselves to others that stifles our creativity. God didn’t create us all alike did he? We’d look like robots if he did. So why do we expect our creativity to look like the creativity of someone else?
If we think about the people considered most creative in history I believe they all have one thing in common: they didn’t compare themselves to others. They weren’t afraid to be who God created them to be and leave the thoughts of others behind.
So as I encourage my Squirt not to compare himself God is teaching me the same and that yes I am creative. In my own way I am.
And guess what?
So. Are. You.
Welcome back to another week of my Project Life photos. Be sure to check out Jessica Turner's blog for more Project Life links on Tuesdays. Also check out the last photo's caption for a link to a music giveaway I have going on over at Alabama Bloggers.
Monday, August 16, 2010 – DH sat down pecking out keys on the piano and the little cat kept going back and forth, up and down underneath the piano hearing the sounds. It was so funny, but of course by the time I got the video camera out he was tired of the game.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010 – Every few summers when we have a hot, dry summer these spider webs or whatever they are show up in the trees. It's not very pretty.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010 – I spent a couple of days last week and this week helping a dear teacher friend of mine fluency test students at two of our schools.
Thursday, August 19, 2010 – I made the ultimatum. Either get some of the legos put away or else. So DH and Squirt pulled them out and tore the kits down and put each kit in its own extra large ziploc bag.
Friday, August 20, 2010 – Could it be? Can I actually see the carpet? I spent the day cleaning house which was much needed and thanks to DH and Squirt his room is clean. Now how long will it last?
Saturday, August 21, 2010 – As I was making my way back home from downtown I noticed a tree at the corner of the student parking lot had been rolled. Probably in celebration of the football team's football win the night before.
Sunday, August 22, 2010 – I didn't get a personal photo for today, but I had an afternoon session with a friend of ours who needed some updated photos for his website. I laughed so much during this session. He couldn't keep a serious face when I was taking photos of him and would burst out laughing which didn't help my camera shake at all, but we managed to get some good shots I think. At least I hope he thinks so. And I have a giveaway open to anyone in the U.S. of some of his music in a guest post over on Alabama Bloggers. Just leave a comment on this post for a chance to win.
Summer is always fun and slightly unfocused for us. We're not extremely structured during summer break. We eat dinner late. Go to bed late. Squirt sleeps late. The only thing we set our alarm for is golf clinic. We don't make plans too far in advance likely waiting until the morning of to make plans for the day.
And it's wonderful. Until about the first week in August. It's too hot to be outside even to swim so boredom tends to set in. So I am always ready for the first week of school to begin even though it means giving up my laid back structure.
For some reason though a bit of melancholy sets in once I've dropped Squirt off for the first day of school. It tends to linger most of the week. A couple of friends and I were discussing this and I'm not alone in this. Perhaps it's just the unusual quiet we now have at home or maybe the realization that our babies are all too quickly growing up on us.
Squirt started 5th grade this week. I'm not quite sure when this happened. When I pulled into school to walk him in with all his supplies he panicked asking "What are you doing?!!!!" I told him I had to walk him in. There's no way he could have carried all those supplies. To his embarassment I insisted. Then when I started to leave telling him good-bye he refused to give me a hug.
I didn't embarass him by insisting. I left the school calling my best friend asking her if she wanted a biscuit for breakfast. I needed a little comfort food by that point. I haven't cried on his first day of school since Kindergarten, but I was definitely on the verge that morning.
Thankfully I have a dear teacher friend who called later that morning saying she really needed some help. I spent the rest of Monday and Tuesday helping her. It was the perfect way to keep my mind focused for those first two days of school.
Here's Squirt on his first day of Kindergarten five years ago. I miss that little haircut and those cheeks.
And here he is on the first day of 5th grade.
So here we are. He's had a great first week so far and I'm wandering around aimlessly a bit less than I was the first day of school. I'm finding my focus once again in a house full of quiet.