Why Hello Again!

Hello again! Are you still there?  Well, we are still here! I didn't realize that this break would have been so long! It was unintended to say the least and I must admit that I did miss writing here in this space ever so much.

The reason for the several month break was because we are expecting! Yes that's right.  Little opihi number two is snug and growing as I write.  My first trimester was pretty rough and I didn't feel like doing anything - so therefore nothing worthy to post so therefore no post. And so on and so on and so on.  But second trimester is here and I am enjoying the wonderful energy that goes with it.

It has been really dry on the crafting front, but I did manage to finish my scarf that I was making for my dad.  It was gifted to him during his two week stay along with a bit of art that Liam created for him.  P for Papa.  Oh my heart! My dad was thrilled with it.

Liam and I were very much reclusive during my first trimester, so now I am happy to announce that we are back into our weekly beach routines.  It is so wonderful to be able to give your children exactly what they need... and an outing to the beach to play with water, and sticks, and sand, is so wonderful.  He is napping right now and his sleep is so deep and clean and well earned.  So taking advantage of that deep sleep, I am sitting here and writing and hopefully reconnecting.

So much has changed within the past few months.  Not just externally but internally as well.  I have been reading a lot... on children's art, and child development and I am so full of so much wonderful goodness that I have a feeling that the next few post will be less centered on my crafting endeavors, and more focused on the creativity that blossoms from parenting.  There is a change in the air for this space, because in a sense, I am changing... so therefore I hope you follow along on this journey if creative parenting is your kind of thing.  ::insert smily face::

Aloha!
Karisma

We all fall down...

Lately Liam has been furniture walking. He is so excited to pull up on furniture. When he stands up on his own he looks at me with the biggest grin on his face. Look mommy... I did it by myself,  his delighted expression suggests. 

But oh this little boy - he can climb up but doesn't know how to sit back down. Often times he falls down after trying to walk a little further than his little arms and feet can safely reach. Most times I can catch him in time and soften the landing... But there are those occurrences where Mommy just isn't fast enough... and a tumble is followed by a thud. When he falls and starts to cry, I sweep him up and comfort him with hugs and kisses. Oh if I could kiss away all the pain and the fear. Lately a phrase has emerge that I murmur to him on those occasions, It's alright Little Bug. We all fall down. Mommy falls down too. You are not alone my little boy in reaching father than your abilities can carry you... in falling in a tangle of limbs. In the thud that accompanies a crash. 

Today was one of those days. Mommy fell down... in a figurative sense. Sigh. I am learning that parents make mistakes... and oh how often the thud that follows is one of the heart - instead of the head. 

I wish that I could give my own mom and dad a hug. And express to them my gratitude and understanding. To ask them to forgive me for every time I thought they weren't enough. Even when they couldn't soften the landings... Because they were enough and more. So much much more. 

Parenting is the hardest job I have ever done in my life. 

Mom and Dad... thank you. I understand now.