Something to invite my children into.

This is part of a series where I share the motivation behind Valentine Handmade. If you missed it, the intro is here.

It is good for my children to see me pursue a thing that brings me joy using skills they have watched me build. It is part of their growing identity. They come from a line of artitisans before them on both sides. So, it’s important to me that they have opportunities to create as well as receive things created for them.

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They need plenty of opportunities to learn what brings them joy. Sewing is one form of creative expression they are exposed to. Per chance, this creative art is not a mainstay of their life’s call, they will still be able to walk away with transferable skills to any industry.

I want my children to:

  • learn the value of work and time

  • learn to care for themselves

  • learn how to do what they don’t feel like doing

  • learn to ask for what they need

  • learn to express themselves

  • learn what satisfies them

  • develop their talents and resources

  • learn to receive and to give

One more thing………..

Maybe I’ll feature something like this when I want to share bits of my story.

Tamika’s Corner –

I am thankful to have a family. I can’t say I was one of those girls that dreamed of it from a young age. I was in survival mode. Raised, primarily by my great-great aunt, as an only child I spent lots of time alone and learned the art of quiet. It wasn’t until later in life that I learned of the absence of several things I needed for growth, maturity and joy. I thank God for second chances. I am a parent that is being re-parented. There are two seasons that must run concurrently for me:

1. I must parent my children by giving sacrificially without expecting anything in return, while building a home. 2. I must continue to grow and mature, by assessing and addressing the gaps in loving community with others.

Valentine Handmade is a result of me finding something that brings me joy and pursuing it. I am thankful for the opportunity for my husband and I to share this experience with our children. They see it all, the fears, the joys and are still happy to be with me.

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Week of sharing

Happy Monday lovely people! This is going to be a special and interesting week for me. I’ll be taking each day this week, Lord willing, to share a little bit about myself and Valentine Handmade.

I must be honest, it was a bit difficult for me to take the leap on Valentine’s Day, just to say to the world, “hey, I’m here”. I so wanted to have everything figured out. I so wanted to have an online presence that was without spot or wrinkle. Lol. Not so, I still don’t have things figured out. However, I did come into this knowing it would be a journey of discovery. For me, the victory was in taking the leap. I would learn, then I would share.

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Sometimes I even find it difficult to put things into words. It’s like my spirit knows a thing exactly, but getting it to my head and out of my mouth or hands can be challenging. We’ll give it a whirl this week. If you’re interested, I hope you will stop by and hang out with me for moment. I would even love it if you asked me some questions that might further help me to process. Is there anything you would like to know about me, my family, Valentine Handmade, etc.

Ok, so there’s one thing about me you should know right off the bat, I LOVE QUESTIONS.

I love the art of asking questions. I think it is a most beautiful thing. I’m generally the one asking questions in my effort to soak people up. I like questions because they help me learn. They help others get to information they otherwise would not have without a question. Stories are fascinating, and I’m determined to get to the bottom of each one. Of course, this doesn’t happen, but the process is fun.

Oh, and I love to savor thoughts, ideas, memories, encounters, etc. Some think you can only savor food. No, no my friend.

Have you ever taken a good thought or memory and dissected it into a million pieces? If not, you should try it. I don’t know why we don’t do it for the good stuff as much. We’ll take the bad stuff and beat it to a pulp replaying it over and over in our minds. Hmmm, this must be why we are encouraged to think on things that are true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent, praiseworthy (you get the idea). It’s not that we live in denial about things that are “not so good”, we must not allow that to become our new basis for decision making. Gotta get back to the truth.

Either way, this week I’d like explore my “why” for Valentine Handmade. I’ll share the topics now, and take a day to expound on each one starting Tuesday.

-to create items that meet practical needs and are beautiful

-to build something to invite my children into

-to be life giving to other children

-to create a nimble lifestyle through financial freedom

 

Going back to the thought of good memories, I’ll leave you with a story I’ll call “The Gift of Liquid Gold”.

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We brought our sweet baby boy home from the hospital after a beautiful labor and delivery experience. He has proven to be my “water baby” in every sense of the word. He was born in the water, and it is a life-line to him today. It is his place of calm and happy. Our first couple months were hard. I struggled with low milk production despite my feeble attempts to amp up my supply. In some ways I felt like a failure, not being able to give my child the very thing he desperately cried out for. I gave him what I had, but it was not enough. I guess it wouldn’t have been so bad if he drank formula. I tried everything I could get my hands on. His body would not keep it down, or he would cry for hours in protest. At 3 months old, my baby had finally made it back up to his birth weight. He was tiny. One day I received a call from a dear friend offering to give me her extra breast milk. She had given birth a week before I did. From what I understand, it was the first of her three pregnancies where she had a surplus of milk. Hmmmm. Coincidence? Not in the least.

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My baby took the milk immediately and without hesitation. My body was less tense. I was able to sleep better. His belly was full. We had peace. The supply we were given, held us and our little baby over until I could wrap my mind around a homemade formula. Which I happened to run across during the pregnancy and decided I would read up on it because it sounded intriguing. Not that I would need to use it, I was just super curious. Ha! Turns out to be the exact formula I started making to feed our son. After the donated milk was consumed, he transitioned to the homemade formula without a hiccup. I know even the thought of homemade formula may send minds into, “Wha?” But when your little one won’t eat, you do what works. You do what’s necessary. We were truly grateful for the gift of “liquid gold” from a friend. Her sacrifice was truly priceless. Each year I remind him of how God sent a raven to feed him.

Retelling his story to him is one way we build joy.

I kicked off the first day sharing a couple of things I like. Do you like to do the asking, or do you like answering questions? Thought about any good memories lately?

Tamika

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