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Friday, July 22, 2016

I am a craft mom.


Something you probably know: 

I am a craft mom.

Something you might not know: 

Being a craft mom really stinks sometimes. 

True story, guys. Think about it. You know those moms that decorate for every single stinkin' holiday. Or the ones that make their own Christmas stockings. Their birthday parties are detailed beyond measure and the goodies bags never contain any of that plastic crap that looks sad enough to even be discounted as a happy meal toy.
The moms that make coasters out of rope. Or that create design boards for room makeovers. The moms that prep the end of the year classroom gifts with hand labels tags and would never consider a store bought Valentine.




You know those moms. And so do I. Because I am that mom.  

 Other moms talk about how they are done making their kids’ lives magical and I'm over here making seasonal kids' to do lists and planning birthday party themes for children I haven't even given birth to.

 Other folks talk about how “Pinterest Mommies” are making the rest of the moms feel bad, and I'm just over here making tissue paper garlands for baby showers, door hangers for hospital stays and home cooked meals for new mamas. 

Other moms talk about the judgement they feel, I'm whipping up tutorials and say "you can do this!".





Because here's the thing: I love this. I love the planning and the executing. I love the ridiculous craft supply closet. I love the endless list of potential DIYs. I love the smell of hot glue and putting washi tape on everything. It's my thing! And I'm tired of feeling bad about it. 

You have things too. Maybe you are stellar at keeping up your cleaning eating or meal prep. Maybe you are a fitness diva or a marathon runner. Maybe you're spoiling your puppies or crushing your reading list. Maybe you're setting bones or diagnosing earaches. Maybe you're managing corporate deals or busting it for that big promotion. 

We all have things. You have your thing and I have mine. And while I'm not going to scoff at your six pack, your ten day meal plan, or your big bonus check, you don't need to feel intimidated by my cupcakes, decor design boards, or hand crafted stationary. 

See, it sounds silly now, doesn't it

I'm not a better mom, and I'm not a show off mom. I'm just a mom, doing my thing. I want you to do the same. 

You know what they say: "You don't have to blow out someone else's citronella mason jar to make yours burn brighter."  




 Ok, so maybe they don't word it quite like that. But you guys get my drift.

Look around, y'all! The world needs us all to shine brightly.
Which means this little light is off to make some jersey knit pacifier clips.  


xoxo, 
A craft mom 










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