I grew up being creative. From “composing” my own songs and recording them, to playing the littlest witch who saved Christmas. I am crafty, creative and colorful. Every corner of my life speaks this truth. But as the mother of two young boys and a working mom, I am realizing how much time it takes to be this best version of myself.
When my first son was born, I laid it all down to dedicate myself to him. At the time, I thought that was what a working mother had to do – give up part of herself to be a good mom. I know better now. In recent years, as my second son grew out of toddlerhood, I had to face the reality that I was unhappy. Initially I blamed it on many things – we didn’t have enough money, maintaining our home required more than I had to give, my marriage needed a tune up, I didn’t want to teach any longer, and so on. Looking back now, having navigated through all of those feelings, it was none of those things.
I was miserable because I wasn’t creating. Somewhere along the path of adulthood, I had lost the essence of my joy. I was created to create. But I had stopped believing that truth.
It was wrong of me to give up that part of myself, because being a happy maker helps me be a better mom, wife and teacher. It even makes me a better sister, daughter and friend. Residual happiness carries us a long way in this life… And when times are tough I sit down to create. Or I take time to be in Creation. Or I let the blessings of this family that I have helped create wash over me. And I find my centre, my happiness, the creator inside me. I was created to create. And then I do. I steal a quiet moment to write, or read, or craft something that can only come from me.
What peace it brings! What time it takes! To still one’s mind and heart in this world where busyness is our currency. I want to be productive, not busy. I want to make, not fret. I want to hear and see and be all that Creation has to offer.
But this takes time. It takes purposefulness. It is a choice. I choose to create, because that is where my happiness lives.