Friends, I am so honored to have one of my (not just on Fridays) Favorites Alise Wright share some words with you guys. You should feel honored, too. Trust me, by the end, you will.
I’ve been stalking her blog for awhile now, and am in love. She writes beautifully and openly and if you click over on her site, you’ll fall in love, too. Don’t worry, we can share, I’m not the jealous type.
Sometime in early October my daughter told me that she was doing a book report and that she wanted to dress up as the main character. Part of her costume required a rag doll. And since we had six weeks to get this assignment done, naturally I agreed to help her in the construction of said doll.
My daughter would give occasional updates, reminding me to buy fabric so we could work on the doll and I would promptly forget them. Then, all of a sudden (except, not really), the report was due in three days and we still had no fabric, no poly-fil, and no doll.
I made an emergency trip to A.C. Moore to find some supplies. Bought a small bolt of fabric, a gigantic 32 oz. bag of poly-fil (apparently I thought we might need to make 400 dolls), and some new needle and thread so I could pull this thing together. I’ve got to tell you, I was feeling pretty Martha Stewart-esque about the whole thing.
Then we got ready to make the doll. The first thing I realized was that I hadn’t picked out fabric for a dress for the doll. So I was making a naked doll.
I next realized that I had no pattern for the doll. So I was going to have to free-hand this.
Also, I don’t sew. I love to knit and crochet, but sewing isn’t so much my forte.
Here are some pictures of the finished product.
In the end, this was a pretty sad looking doll. But we had a good time cutting out the pieces of cloth. We loved searching around to find something we could use to make clothes for her. We had fun stuffing her and performing a small surgery on another stuffed animal that was old and needed a little pick-me-up. There is nothing special about this doll, but it became special because of the time we spent together.
Sometimes parenting doesn’t look pretty. We dole out punishments that aren’t consistent. We give in to that tantrum. We go ahead and allow that extra piece of candy even though they didn’t finish their chores. We have kids that go out and do things that make us wonder if anything that we taught them sunk in. It can be easy to look at our weaknesses and failures as parents and see those as the sum total of our worth as parents.
But these deficiencies are not what need to define us. We’re more than our mistakes, more than our bad decisions. We have the opportunity to give ourselves grace and show that to our kids. We have the chance to show our kids that it’s good to apologize for mistakes that we’ve made. We have the chance to laugh at ourselves.
And that can be rather lovely.
Alise is married to her best friend and is the mom to four incredible kids. She loves knitting, writing, playing keyboards in a cover band, and eating soup.