Recently I was featured on a talk show, Pickler and Ben, and they asked me to make four outfits for four different kids, four different sizes, in two days.
Did you get that?! Four outfits for four different kids in four different sizes—and I had two days to do it. Whew!
One of the outfits (pictured here) was for a little 18 to 24-month old boy. I was limited on time (you can say that again) and finished this one last. I feel thankful that it even turned out because my exhausted hands kept messing up. I made the pants too small and then had to be creative to even make it work (which is why there is a navy blue dart down both sides of the pants).
The scary thing about messing up with these refashions is that there is no extra material to fix mistakes. This project in particular had me sweating bullets because I only had one shirt and one shot to make this shirt fit a little boy from Nashville (who I had never seen and had only been given a size range for). Talk about pressure!
I used two of my nephews as models to make sure I got the fitting right. This was the fourth outfit and I was so exhausted. When I realized I had made the pants too small I almost gave up.
Instead, I spent an hour brainstorming with my husband trying to figure out solutions to the problem. After it is all said and done, I'm so happy I messed up (never thought I'd say that). I love how these pants turned out and the mistake made me change my game plan in a good way.
What do you think?
I’ve been home a week from my trip to Nashville. It was so much fun to get spoiled by Pickler and Ben—they chauffeured me around the city, put me up in a beautiful hotel and had someone there to do my hair and makeup. It felt like a welcome change, especially after the sewing marathon I'd taken part in to get ready for the show. Unfortunately, that all came to an end (in a scary way). I have more to say about that later.
We came home to the four most beautiful kids (and our incredible moms who both took turns caring for them while we were away). It's funny how sometimes all you want is a break from being a mom and then you spend a few days away and all you do is think about them. There really is no break.
Anyways, we came home to the kids and a flood caused by sprinklers in our basement. It has been a pain but nothing compared to those in Houston, so I count myself blessed. Really though, I can’t imagine everything getting destroyed by water. We had a major flood two years ago, major for me is two to four inches of water on the lower level, and we had to replace all the flooring and molding. That was a pain so this seemed manageable. I see video of people’s houses completely submerged and it takes my breath away. When we saw this inch of water damage, my husband and I both said in unison, “At least we aren’t in Texas!” Perspective!
The flooding really didn’t cause too much stress but then my little six year old boy woke up on Monday and said, “It doesn’t hurt to swallow but it does feel like my neck is broken.” He had a huge lump on left tonsil. I got him into a doctor an hour later for a strep culture, thinking he might have strep throat (it came back negative but the tonsil was huge).
The doctor thought it might be an abscess and said I needed to watch it. She said if he gets a fever, can’t move his head, or the pain gets worse I should take him to Primary Children’s Hospital because he will need a CT scan and might need to have it surgically drained. We went home and an hour later he had a 104 fever, restricted movement, and was in more pain. The mamma called the doctor and the doctor said, “Take him to Primary’s.” We spend the afternoon at the emergency room to find out he has lymphadenitis, which is an infected lymph node. We were sent home with antibiotics and thankful hearts.
I feel so grateful that both of these issues were nothing big. I feel so grateful for my healthy kids and wonderful home. I was thinking about it this week and how my tolerance for life’s discomfort has gone up. Five years ago these issues would have seemed overwhelming but now they are more like a nuisance, part of living. My motherhood muscles have gotten a little stronger and my mom skin has gotten a little thicker. I can look back at my six short years of motherhood and see so much growth. What a blessing motherhood has been for me.
Motherhood has wrapped its fingers around every aspect of my life and molded me into the person I am today. It has had more of an impact on me than anything else ever could. It has changed all my thoughts, intentions, efforts, motivations, feelings and life. It has made my highs higher and my hards harder. It has added depth I didn’t know existed. It has caused pain I didn’t know I could feel. I owe everything to it! I feel indebted to motherhood for shaping my life and filling my heart. This is why I am the luckiest mom.