Too Much Honesty

I'm sad.  This is what my craft room looks like right now.

The wall that used to look like this...

now looks like this.

The mess isn't what bothers me.

We're converting my craft room / home office into a bedroom for Brighton, my oldest son.  My two boys have been sharing a room since before our daughter, Charlotte, was born.  To make a long story short, my younger son, Lincoln, needs his own space.  He needs to be out from underneath his brother's shadow.  So Lincoln is keeping the boys' current bedroom and Brighton is getting a new bigger boy set of furniture and bedding.  Lincoln's room (see HERE) is perfect for his age, plus it's the biggest bedroom in the house.  So don't think he's being slighted by Brighton moving out and getting new furniture.

I'm sad that I'm giving up MY space.  Is that selfish?  It's not that I'm sad to get rid of so many craft supplies; I'm only getting rid of things I seldom use.

As a stay-at-home mom, my life centers around my family, especially the needs of my children.  My craft room was my outlet, my escape, the place I could go when I wanted to do something other than dishes or laundry.  I could walk into my craft room and see my creations hanging on the walls.  I could see the glossy magazines where my cards are published.  I could even see the medal I earned after months and months of training for - and finishing - a marathon.  Yes, that was on the wall, too.

When was the last time I received a medal for folding laundry?  Or for staying up at night to rock my sick baby?  (She's been sick for a week-and-a-half now.  I'm tired.)  Yet here I am packing away another part of me to give even more to my children.

In two weeks, this room will look fantastic.  Two large boxes from PB Teen are sitting in my front entryway waiting to be unpacked.  I've picked out new paint and scheduled delivery of the furniture.  Soon I will look at my son's new room and be proud of the transformation.  Brighton is already so excited that it melts my heart.  I will be glad that I cleaned out my closets.  I will be glad that my younger son is happy in his space.  And I will still have most of my craft supplies, just in less accessible storage.

I don't anticipate any change to my blog.  I've already s-l-o-w-e-d my blogging to be available for my baby.  But even now I have half a dozen projects to post - even a tutorial for a baby softie! - that I have ready to post as soon as I can make time.  Plus, Santa Hubby let slip about my Christmas present.  Check it.

Squeal!

So yes, life will go on.  And I will make pretty things.

But today I will grieve and tomorrow move on.