Saw a great video on Keri Smith's blog and just had to share.  This gem was a Kickstarter campaign for the film project, Lost in Living, about 4 artists/mothers who are trying to make both work.  At 7:32 one of the main characters laments, "I can unexpectedly find myself in a little hole of despair.  Why can't I keep my house clean? Why are there grease stains on my sofa?  This is not who I was supposed to be."  She goes on, "Music and art fixes that.  It puts the sheen back on everything."

This story is about creative mommies but change the players and the message still fits.  It could be employees stretched to the max or full-time care-givers.  Change the outlet and the message is the same.  Swap out creative pursuits for physical or spiritual outlets.  Put the the sheen back on your life.

You may see many messages in this video.  I see women wrestling with being themselves.  I see people battling with their Super Egos. The struggle between what they want to do and what they feel they should do is torturous.   One of the artist's young daughters is asked, "Is your mommy an artist?"  She thinks for a while, then answers, "She used to be."

The video is well worth the ten minutes it will take you to watch.  The imagery of the final scene at 9:40 is spot on.  The message is clear. It is not easy to make the time for yourself.  But everyone needs the time to be themselves.



 
 
“What do you want for Mother’s Day?” we’d ask.  “Peace and quiet!” was always her reply.  “Mo-om. Really.”  “You heard me.”  One year I planned ahead.  On the back of the TV Guide in a Virginia Slims ad, was the most elegant gift.  A golden dress--made of paper. It took my 10-year-old breath away.  Mom would be so beautiful.  When the day came I was rather astonished that she wasn’t interested.  I badgered her all day.  “Try it on.  I want to see!”  “When are you going to try it on?”  She never did.  

I’m not sure we ever agreed on gifts.  I wanted to give her things; she didn’t want things.  She gave me so much and I wanted to give back.  This week, when I heard the news about Maurice Sendak I knew in a flash.  She really did want peace and quiet.  She wanted those tender moments at the end of the day.  A quiet time when she could hold her child in her lap and just be together, lost in imagination.  A simple gift for mom and me.  Storytime.  

Maurice Sendak.  Hearing his name sent me back in time.  I didn’t realize how much I missed reading stories.  Thinking about Max’s wild rumpus and batter-coated Mickey brought me back to nights of freshly bathed little boys and baby shampoo-scented snuggles.  It's startling to notice how connected we were, and still are, through story time.  “Read it again!”  Do I still know every word by heart?  Yes.  My sons do too.    


I went back even further.  A distant memory of sitting in my mother’s lap smelling her lotion and cherishing her warmth.  As if it were yesterday I heard her cooing voice reading my favorites--also Maurice Sendak. The Nutshell Library.  We knew every word by heart.  My ragged set of tiny books is waiting on my bookshelf.  Read me a story....just one more time.