the past few months have been a relearning process for me as a mother. what matters in a motherheart is that your children are crazyhappy. he isn't back in college, but he is working and making it at the tender age of seventeen (a year younger than i did it) and he is happy with his lifepace, so i am, too. my only concern now is the lack of time that he has had to create, but that will change.
we had lunch and later went to central market to stock up his fridge. while we were shopping, he found a plastic matchbox that he almost bought. of course, i am always in the 'we can make this, but cooler' mode and thought of collaging our own matchboxes for a sliver of the cost.
we came back to the studio, drank tea &listened to best of bootie while it stormed all afternoon. collagetime turned into dinner and it was one of those days on which you think 'okay, when is the next time we do this? cuz this seriously rocks.'
mine with brokendown butts
later, i took boothe to his first day on the job at baskin-robbins. i am so proud of him. my first job was scooping ice cream and making danish cones on one of those big ol' danish roundabout conegriddles. i wonder if he will still like ice cream, but hell, he will have some muscular arms.
v brought home straight As yet again and my heart overflows with childpride.