Thanks and A Mom Memory

Just a quick post:

First, thanks for all the support I've received on the baby bedtime bag pattern! 

I really appreciate all those who have purchased it and hope to see some of your versions in the flickr group so I can check them out!

Next, I also enjoyed all the comments on RJ's sharpie t-shirt.

I'm glad I decided to document it really fast.

As I was reading your nice comments, it reminded me of something my mom did for me when I was little.

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Here's my dad's all time favorite picture of my mom.

I was number three and not born yet, looking at this now makes me realize RJ kind of looks like my oldest brother.

STORY:

So I don't know how old I was, but pretty little.

I drew my family on a paper, and at that time humans to me were circles with arms and legs coming out of the head.

NOTE: I grew up with a "fun" mom.

She'd jump on the trampoline, build snow slides in the front yard, freeze us an ice skating rink over the garden in the winter, and even check us out of school to go see girly movies like Swan Princess and Little Women.

So anyway, this occasion she was impressed with my drawing of our family and decided to put it on a sweatshirt.

Which made me think I was amazing.

baby Jess around age 2

I remember she was using black puff paint (late 80s) on a peach Hanes generic sweatshirt.

The sweatshirt was laying flat on a couch that had brown, blue, grayish huge flower things on it.
Hideous couch looking back.  It was the kind of print as a kid I'd stare at and see all sorts of fish or monsters in what I assume were flowers.

Anyway, my memory is standing by her watching her study my drawing, then puff paint the heads with limbs on the sweatshirt for an exact replica in my mind.

I assume it made a lasting memory so young because I was obviously so proud at how clearly awesome I was.
My mom apparently LOVED my drawing of our family so much she was painting it on a sweatshirt!

For her it was mainly a work shirt, but I do remember her wearing it once in a while and again just thinking how great I was.
I was great, and my art was great.

I don't know what happened to that peach sweatshirt, but I wished I'd stolen it from her to have it now!

So pretty much I had an awesome mom and I wish I was more like her.

Hopefully remembering that piece of childhood will help me give my kids more opportunities to feel their creativity is....(and makes them) amazing!