For a while now, I've dreamed of having my own space filled with small children, paint,clay, and messy hands. I mean a space other than my glitter covered wood floors, pencil scratched kitchen table, and crayon drawing walls created by my own little people; I've hoped for a desire from enough people to make art a reality in their children's lives, because to be honest, I would not be half the person I am if I did not do something creative every day. Yes, that one thing may be making a colorful salad for dinner or doodling with the girls while we chat, but regardless, it keeps me sane, grounded, and connected to myself. So, I finally went for it. I created a page on Facebook, reached out to the wonderfully supportive parents' group I am proudly a member of and our first group begins tomorrow. My littles were happy to be the guinea pigs for the flower printing with liquid watercolors I have planned...
We had so much fun doing this and I've so enjoyed throwing myself into this group. I am one of those people that have ideas, but very rarely act on them. To be honest, a large part is due to doubt. Silly, yes, I know, but a reality. Taking deep breaths and quieting the little voices in my head, I threw all that out the window and just went for it. And you know what, no matter what the outcome, I'm rather proud of myself for sticking my neck out there.
I must give credit where credit is due. I came across a blog a very long time ago and she has inspired me in many, many ways not only as a parent, but as an individual. A million thanks to Jean at http://www.artfulparent.typepad.com/. I'll be back to report how it all went...