Let me take you of a brief tour of what’s being created at the Sullivan home.
Duct Tape objects of every variety. Pens, hairbows, bookmarks.
Potholders. Moms raised in the eighties may remember these bad boys.
Even a cardboard mannequin named Frank.
And all of the beading and taping and stringing and measuring would be fine except for the small fact that I am not a fan of the crafting process.
If you told me you would pay me $50.00 if I could tell what a hot glue gun is used for I wouldn’t have an answer. No joke. The purpose of glue guns baffle me.
However, my tween loves crafting. Give her an empty paper towel roll, and she can transform it into an animal within minutes. Give her a bottle cap, and she will add glitter and create a cutting edge bracelet with two twists and a shake.
When I see my girl in the middle of her latest project, my first instinct is quietly dodge her and throw myself into one of the items of my never-ending to-do list of life. Hello, she’s occupied, and I’m granted the quiet mom time I crave.
But as I watch her little hands wrapping hot pink, zebra striped, tape around a ball point pen, I know it’s the perfect opportunity to give my daughter what she craves most; my attention.
I sit down among pieces of confetti and pipe cleaners, and I forget about the busyness of the day and for a short time I pretend to like crafts.