Category: Miniature masterpieces

Letting go

Our kids are well beyond the kindergarten stage, so why have I kept their school papers all these years?

Denial that they are grown and gone

Nostalgia for those sweet days with our kids

Avoiding emotions

These papers are proof that I accomplished something as a home educator.

NO MORE. This week I got rid of nearly all my children’s home school papers, saving just a few things that make my heart flip. I have emptied several shelves this week, yet somehow the bookcases are still full. My random piles of books are finding homes on the empty shelves, and I am gaining momentum in my ability to part with things.

Educating my children was a big part of my life, so this process of parting with papers is emotional. I have learned that most children are not sentimental about their school projects, so there is no need to save much. I know now that whatever I save is mainly for me. Understanding this has made the process much easier. I remind myself that I don’t need every writing sample, but I would like a few pages of each child’s writing and some special projects and art. This script made it possible for me to part with several armloads of paper and workbooks, which I lowered into the garbage can, carefully, as I would into a grave.

It occurs to me that keeping a small, curated collection is a greater tribute to these years than a bunch of binders bursting with paper.

After each session of cleaning, I comfort myself by reading or cross stitching. All these realizations and diversions help me to face the task of letting go.

I’m almost finished with this one. Do you recognize it? It is based on a Klimt painting called The Kiss. I love the colors.

Projects update

I can’t stop making these little cross stitch pictures, and I can finish one in about a week. Since our piano has been in the shop, Mark and I have spent a lot of time at the church so he can practice the piano and organ in the chapel. I sit and listen, stitch, and rest. I give these little creations as gifts to friends, and the pictures leave my shelves almost as quickly as I can produce them. I post them here as a record that they were made.

If I keep working, I might have a Dresden plate quilt to show for the year. I don’t feel any rush to finish this quilt, which is nice, so I can enjoy the process.

I can look back at photos of a quilt, doll, or cross stitch project and remember the circumstances around their creation. I remember who was with me while I worked. I recall the stresses and joys of the time. I remember the loved ones for whom they were made. Creation is tied to life, and it doesn’t seem to matter what I create, whether it is with fabrics, home decor, paint, or words, my creations hold my history.

Rhythm, melody, and harmony

miniature masterpiece patterns purchaed on Etsy

I have definitely felt a low after coming down from so many high-impact events this summer. I think this is pretty normal, kind of like the days after Christmas. I have retreated from extra events, and count, stitch, and pull strands of thread to reestablish some order in my mind. I have just needed to be still.

I stepped away from reading for a while, but this week, I finally finished a book that I started in early July. It was called The Worst Hard Time 😂, and maybe you can see better than I could that this was not a great reading choice for me this summer.

We are still trying to establish some footing in our new schedule for the school year, but we are getting there. It feels like layering, one piece at a time. Eventually, we’ll find our rhythm, melody, and harmony again.