I spent the last 72 hours sewing. No, I don’t have any hip clothing, crafty quilts, or home decor to show for it.
What I do have is happy children…
and these stuffed thingamajigs:
Really, my sewing machine wouldn’t see the light of day if one of the Aumies hadn’t asked to sew something. And you know… Aumie see, Aumie do…the other three asked if they could, too.
When I handed each of them a threaded needle (yup even the 2 year old), I really had no idea that I would be putting aside most of my to do list for 3 days. While part of me fretted over this, most of me was at peace. I mean, if you don’t know by now, I mostly blog about never having time to blog, so it was perfect!
In 2010, I posted this rainy day project where I did most of the sewing work, but this time I was ready to hand over the reins. So I mostly supervised and offered guidance, and strangely this
takes forever is a lot harder than me just doing it myself.
On Day 1, they made small pillows…either squares, circles, triangles, or…skateboards.
On Day 2 they opted for animals…bears, giraffes, and dinosaurs.
On Day 3 they kicked it up a notch and wanted animals in action…like the Pink Panther tip toeing:
The kids drew pictures of their project, cut them out, and traced around them on cloth. Through trial and error, they learned to trace bigger than their picture to allow for the seams, to sew with the right sides of the fabric facing each other, the difference between tight and loose stitches, and to use a chopstick to help stuff nooks and crannies. They learned to plan ahead, problem-solve, stay focused, and pay attention, lest they poke themselves with a sharp needle. Ok, they also learned how fun it is to prick their skin with a needle just enough to hold the needle in place like magic.
I used to love doing this as a kid not sure who they take after there.
While their creations are hardly Pinterest-worthy (although I won’t stop you), they really go to show, it’s the process, not the product. The kids were happy no matter how their projects turned out, even if stitching came apart within minutes or it didn’t quite look like a giraffe so they had to change it to a deer. They were truly and simply proud of all their hard work.
When it comes to children and art, that phrase gets tossed around a lot…it’s the process, not the product.
But think of it in terms of parenthood.
It’s the process of raising children day by day, year by year. Because after much trial and error, planning and problem-solving, love and attention, I trust that the end result will be as great to me as these stuffed animals are to my kids…
Unique and perfectly imperfect adults, made and busting at the seams with love.
I’ve pulled out the sewing machine a handful of times to make: