If you’re a mother, you know exactly why I would need to think like a child to find MY things.<\/p>\n
It’s because children, no matter the age, are drawn, magnetically almost, to all things that belong to their mother.<\/p>\n
ESPECIALLY things a mother uses a lot<\/strong><\/em>.<\/p>\n Important things, like, \u00a0well for instance… if you sew, a lot, like I do, and cut a lot of fabric and threads, like I do, it would only make sense that the one thing that would CONTINUALLY go missing, would be your…<\/p>\n scissors! <\/strong><\/p>\n I honestly could not count how many pairs of scissors I have bought over the last \u00a0years. With each additional child, I’ve probably bought at least one additional pair each year. Meaning by the time I had five children, I was probably buying about 5 new scissors every year. My kids even GIVE me scissors as Christmas and birthday gifts.<\/p>\n No joke.<\/p>\n I wouldn’t kid you!<\/p>\n Yet, yesterday as I set to work in MY sewing studio, at MY desk, MY scissors were no where to be found! I spent a full ten or fifteen minutes searching and searching and searching for the ONE pair of scissors I have that still cut well.<\/p>\n You see, not only do items you need go missing, if you ever DO find them again, they never work as well anymore…<\/p>\n During this entire time searching and searching for the illusive scissors, I’m thinking and thinking, and asking myself…<\/p>\n “if I were Alesia (who I knew was in my sewing studio last)… where would I have put those scissors?”<\/em><\/p>\n I looked by the rolls of fabric she often has to cut from. Nope. No scissors there.<\/p>\n I looked on her cutting table, where she works when she cuts said fabric. Nope. No scissors there.<\/p>\n I looked UNDER her cutting table. Nope. No scissors there either.<\/p>\n Then I checked the pattern box, the drawers that hold fabrics near her work table, under her seat cushion, in the fabric bins and baskets.<\/p>\n Then I checked the bathroom. Who knows, she may have decided to cut her hair in the midst of cutting fabric? I was trying my best to think like her, you know? I was trying to BE <\/strong><\/em>Alesia.<\/p>\n Finally, after fifteen minutes of this searching, I decided to give her a buzz in the house. We have cordless phones that have an intercom option, so we use these to interact between the house and studio (the two buildings are about 50 feet or so from one another).<\/p>\n I buzz her.<\/p>\n “Alesia, would you by ANY chance have ANY idea where you may have left MY scissors when you were out here last?”<\/em><\/p>\n Her reply:<\/p>\n “Did you check your desk drawer, you know, where the scissors belong<\/strong>?”<\/em><\/p>\n I check.<\/p>\n Sure enough, there they are!!<\/p>\n I asked her, “Now why on earth would you go put them where they belong!? I’d NEVER <\/strong>think to look there<\/strong>!”<\/em> \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n That’s when I realized that just when I thought I had my kids all figured out, knew them so well, could even THINK<\/strong><\/em> just like them, could BE<\/strong><\/em> them, I had to come to grips with the fact, once again, I really know nothing.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Even at 19 years of age, they still keep me guessing.<\/p>\n Maybe by the time I have grandchildren I’ll have it all figured out?<\/p>\n If not, I’ll just have to find a new hiding spot for my scissors.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Have you ever noticed that just when you think you have something, or someone, all figured out, that’s when things change up on you and get you all confused? After 19 years of being a mother I like to think I know kids pretty well. I’ve learned a lot, an awful lot. One thing I’ve […]<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/homesteademporium.smugmug.com\/Other\/WorkSpace\/DSC9020\/744978367_9pkgf-S.jpg\")
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