But, for our kids, we'll try things and do things we wouldn't do for ourselves.
So, I've been drawing and painting saint dolls - because Sweet Pea is absolutely ENAMORED with her "Mawee dolls".
These were last month's dolls - St Elizabeth of Hungary.
Days and days of work. She ended up looking a little cranky, and from that I learned that next time the eyebrows need to be less severe.
But you know what? I was really proud of how they turned out. All that free hand drawing and painting - and it turned into something recognizable! Not perfect, but beautiful.
This month, I'm working on four pieces for a nativity swap.
None of them are exactly perfect, but again, all beautiful. All a little different.
A new experience for this time painting was the addition of animals for the manger scene. I elected to do camels.
The trick to these was that they had to be painted straight onto the raw wood. That meant no take-backs. Where the paint landed was where I had to go.
So, I leaned in to it. I let go of perfection and worked with the paint, coaxing it along.
As the camels' faces changed because of a particular brush stroke or grain of the wood, I had to let it go. I had to lean in to what that moment gave me.
And right there, sitting on my couch with a bunch of toothpicks, paint brushes, and acrylics, it just hit me.
I only got to where I needed to be when I let go and trusted my hand, when I worked with what I had and let it be enough. In the end, it became beautiful.
If you need me, I'll be sitting here thinking about those implications for the rest of my life.
