So last year at this time, I was wringing my hands with worry, not sleeping, and doing craft projects galore in an effort to decrease the amount of anxiety I had about my boy starting kindergarten. There’s something ridiculous in my mind that tells me that if we do craft projects then our memories will last longer. Or that my attempts to download every single detail of my kids’ lives will be engraved somewhere in their handprints on a canvas.
Although my crafty neediness isn’t totally gone by the wayside, I am not going crazy about it. It rears its ugly head around the holidays and that I completely attribute to losing our baby during that time of year. I somehow think if I can’t do projects with all three of my babies, I’ll sure as hell do projects with my two surviving children. And I’ll go over and beyond with the ideas in a hope that someday it will lessen the empty space that will sit in my heart forever.
Last year, I needed something to do with my hands. So I made my son a friendship bracelet for his backpack to hold this little cardboard cutout of Yoda that he insisted be on his backpack. He chose the colors and I immediately got to work on it. He loved it. And I did too. He still has it.
Well this year, he wanted a new backpack. And I decided we were going to keep up this tradition of making a friendship bracelet for the start of first grade!
He chose colors to match his Spiderman backpack and couldn’t wait to try it on. But he’s way too much of a sensory child to be able to handle a bracelet on his wrist, so onto his lunch box handle it went.
Of course, the little one had to get in on the action and chose two colors for his bracelet to go on his lunchbox too.
And so here’s to a new year. A year of change. A year of growth.