One thing I have learned over the years is that during the rush and craziness of December, I always have the best of intentions for the new year. I know better than to make formal resolutions, but I find myself saying things like, “ok…forget the Christmas cards this year, I will send out a Valentine’s letter instead.” Or “I have got to get all this junk off my desk; I’ll take care of it after CHA when I have a minute to breathe.” Then there is, “oh yeah, I still haven’t blown the computer out this month…I’ll have Talon do it Saturday.” Or when I said, “I will be much better about blogging-no more of this once every couple months crap.” Not to mention, “I shouldn’t be drinking Mountain Dew. This will be my last one. Just one last swallow.” (Which is NEVER just a swallow; well, actually sometimes it is, but very rarely.) Anyway, it’s very sad. For each thing I think of 5 more come to mind. I have every intention of following through, but the reality of it is that I still don’t have time to sit down to write the Valentine’s letter (I’m doing this instead,) and I can ask Talon (again) to take the computer out to clean it but that doesn’t mean he will. And although I haven’t had any Mountain Dew for 2 weeks now, I may need it to stay awake today. My plan is to use the early morning hours on Saturday when I open at work to write my blog…not that I think there is anyone anxiously waiting to read what I have to say. I simply write as a way of keeping track of thoughts and events for future recollection.
January was a good month although it went by
much to fast. Walker turned 8 at the beginning of the month. No party this year, which turned out ok simply because he was (is) still so captivated by the Nintendo DS he got for Christmas. He was thrilled with the tower of Hostess Cupcakes and I had been able to find the exact Lego set he had been asking for, (and let me tell you, it was quite a miracle.) Walker is a pretty laid back kid, very low maintenance. Give him a mint and a time to snuggle occasionally and he is a happy camper. He is extremely smart (especially when it comes to numbers) but lazy. A few years ago his teacher told me, “He will go to an exceptional amount of work to keep from doing any work.” He is such the youngest child…he knows how to work the system not only at school but at home too. He knows I am to busy to do the follow-up when I have asked him to do something. When the older kids are in charge, he is not nearly as happy- go-lucky, simply because there is no way they are going to let him get away with stuff they never could. And although he won’t admit it, he is already starting to like girls. In his second grade class, if he doesn’t take his
homework back to school completed everyday he isn’t allowed to go to recess. I have him sit down everyday with me after school before he plays to get it done. He doesn’t, however, “remember” to take it back unless I have threatened to take the DS away on the weekend (it’s the only time he is allowed to play.) About a month ago, I was helping in his class. It was recess and once again he was sitting at his desk because he had failed to bring his homework back to his teacher. I noticed that the room was filled with little girls…about 7 of them, who also had failed to bring their homework back. I pretended to read while watching the interaction between him & the girls. Later that night I asked if the girls spent most of their recess in class, too. Yes. “Walker, is that why you don’t take your homework back to school, because you like to stay in class with those girls?” He didn’t answer, but the flushed face and the smile said it all.
Walker was also baptized at the end
of the month by his dad and confirmed a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints by his Grandpa Allman, my dad. Walker was so excited to find out my dad was coming. When Odean & I pointed out to Walker that Grandpa Bowler had confirmed Jens and did he want to ask Grandpa Allman to confirm him, you should have seen the look on his face. (And I’m kicking myself for not getting a picture of them together. Obviously I was not thinking.) About a week before, Alesi Taylor asked Walker if he was excited to be baptized. His response? “Oh yeah, ‘cause all my sins will be washed away like Wednesday morning when I was playing my DS in bed under my covers when I wasn’t supposed to.” I guess I need to hide that DS better.
January has also been the end of an era, of sorts, for me. For the last 7 years I have been fortunate enough to have the opportunity to work with a marvelous group of people in the scrapbook & crafting industry. I started teaching at a local store at a time when “scrapbooking” was the rising star of past-time hobbies. I was there for close to 5 years when I moved away from the retail/consumer aspect of the hobby and began to work with a repping group covering all stores south of Nephi. (There were originally only 3 large enough to buy direct.) Anyway, twice a year I had the privilege of working for Creativity Inc. at the Craft & Hobby Association (CHA) tradeshows and then again at a couple other events a year. There was even one summer where every couple weeks I flew to another consumer show to teach classes for 3 or 4 days. It was always a nice break away from the kids and my “mom” life. I looked forward to wearing clothes I didn’t have to worry about peanut butter or mud being smeared on. I could sleep through the night and actually eat food while it was still hot, not to mention adult conversation for the entire week. I made some amazing friends, people who have made a lasting mark on my life in one way or another; people well worth the effort to keep in touch with.
As the industry has slowed down, I have felt a little lost. Those I started out with have either left the company or moved up. I have felt a little lost. I have had opportunities to move within the company but have felt strongly that “mom” should be my only career. Traveling a few times a year is very different than traveling monthly. As the company changed its focus away from the independents and more towards the box stores, I have had fewer orders to write and more time sitting at the shows. I have often wondered why I was there, not wanting to be considered simply a show “fixture” but not ready to say goodbye to my “other family” yet. My life has gotten increasingly busier as it often does as children get older. I have 4 teenagers and will have teenagers for another 12 years or so. It was so much easier to be gone when they were little. I never realized how much teenagers needed a mom to be there and available. Not just to take them places but to listen, to laugh, to help them unwind from the social pressures at school while they are trying to find themselves. (Writing this, I actually realize what a great disservice I did to Gypsy by adding pressure to her while I was gone. I should have stopped years sooner. Although I told her I would stop any time, I should have known would never ask.)
I truly expected that as I told my friends of my decision, I would become em
otional and change
my mind. It never happened. The same peace I had felt when I made my decision stayed with me throughout the entire show. I admit I did have my teary moments but I knew I was done and that it was for the right reason. I hope to still do occasional work for Creativity. Maybe the occasional ad for Hobby Lobby or design samples for the trade shows; I would even like to help with the annual Archiver’s event at Mall of America in September if my schedule allows; I just can’t bear not getting to see Wendy (
photo left) and Iliana (
photo right). I still love to scrapbook, probably more than ever, but as for the trade shows I’ve said goodbye.
(Photos of Wendy, Iliana and my blog photo were taken by my great friend, Becky http://beckynovacek.typepad.com/live_and_learn/)
I think Talon learned a few valuable lessons this week. First, don’t ever ask your girlfriend, “Do you want me to take you to Jr. Prom or what?” If she says, “
Whatever you want to do, “ what she is really saying is, “Of course I do, but I want you to WANT to take me.” When she starts sending you pictures of dresses on your phone…she might as well be saying, “ASK ME TO THE STINKING PROM!!!!” It’s too bad he didn’t figure it out until 2 days before the dance. The 
dance itself was on Valentine’s Day. (Who on earth planned that one?) Talon spent the afternoon cooking and putting together a picnic for him and Allie. He packed the basket, grabbed a blanket, and headed out the door in his new suit (too bad he didn’t get a hair cut). Lesson #2-When you are having a picnic after dark in February, it’s going to be REALLY cold. Bring HOT food or skip the picnic altogether.
