Thursday, January 27, 2011
We all know this to be true, and with each kid your job description becomes more complicated, then add on a child who see the world differently than you and everyone else you have just made the list of most dangerous jobs. This morning I got a bad job review, "You are the meanest mom in the world", "I don't like you" and "I am not talking to you". Really I know I am not the only mom in the world to hear these words and I fear this won't be the last, but when you do hear them it is never pleasant. I guess the consolation to this is I struck the right cord of discipline or consequence. I will admit that discipline is hard on parents, consistency even harder but we know this to be for their own good, we do it out of love and we do it in an effort to mold them into beautiful, responsible, respectful great adults. We have always found discipline to be a bit harder with our middle, being born with a heart defect and having complications, and then various illness through her first 5 years, having almost lost her at birth, it has always been tough, we have just been so thankful she made it and the flashbacks to the hospital stay with you. On top of it we are always trying to decide wither it is disability (Aspergers) or just plain stubborn, not wanting to listen to the said task. We know her to be very stubborn and tough, part of the fight that is in her to survive, but now we have to train it for good.
So this morning, like every other morning, we are getting ready for school. We ask her to get dressed, we ask her to get her bag ready, brush teeth, wash face, comb hair.... same routine. We know she is easily distracted so we have to remind her many times. Today after warnings upon warnings, some of it being my fault because of maybe not following through as consistently as possible, I finally took away tv after school because of not listening to my requests to get dressed and pack the backpack. I decided then and there we have to crack down, their has to be consistent consequences to not listening. I tried to explain it was her choice and the whole thing that sometimes listening can protect her from getting hurt, that fell on deaf ears, so today after school we will have the talk and all will be explained and the rules will be set. I am sure we will see some extra crabbiness but in the long run it is best. I called her teacher and she is on board and supportive and is also cracking down to get through the heal digging in against learning math, she is smart and the teacher knows it. So I can not say this is going to be the best day for her or for me for that matter, but as we know there is consequence for every action and I do know that in the long run this consequence will be a positive one.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
I would consider myself mainly a canvas artist, but I find it hard to limit myself. In the last couple years I have challenged myself as an artist to take the same time and techniques that I apply to canvases and put them to work on recycled finds. This can include and certainly not limited to, recycled siding from my parents house, silver spoons, brown paper sacks and various wood objects, bowls, boxes, platters and so on. This can take some time and elbow grease that may not be thought of. For example I have to shop, scrounge and rummage to find them (actually one of the funner parts). Then I have to prepare the objects (not as fun). This can include sanding, bending, stapling muslin or prepping things with primer, again with a and so on... added to that. Probably the most frustrating part is that many things are much more porous than a nice store bought primed canvas. So I have learned through trial and error most things must be primed and also still take layers of paint. Of course after that it takes many coats of varnish to make it lasting. I must say though after all this hard work they really do turn out nice and it is fun to turn a discarded or well used piece that is now unloved into an original, one of a kind fine art piece that I hope will be well loved for years to come.