So this is what I decided “we” would do for the girls’ school Valentines. Doesn’t it look dreamy? I rarely do crafts with my kids. Don’t get me wrong, I love Pinterest and get sucked into the vortex of DIY as much as the next mom. I don’t know what happens when I’m in there, but for some reason I start to believe that I am a crafty mom and that crafty moms are good moms so I should do more crafts. This also happens when I go to Michael’s. It is not okay for me to go to Michael’s.
The biggest problem I seem to have with making crafts with the kids is the kids. I liken it to co-trimming the Christmas tree with my husband. Nothing good ever comes out of it. So what do I do? I make sure to do it before he gets home. It seems to be working because we’re still married.
So there I was with all the ingredients for making Valentine’s Day Heart Magnets and three very anxious and excited little girls. They each needed their own bowl. They each needed their own measuring cups. They each wanted to stir. They each wanted to destroy my dream of making perfect Valentine’s Day Heart Magnets.
I wanted this:
They wanted this:
Then they got all crazy with the doilies so I sent them to bed. And under great duress, my husband stayed up late with me to finish the magnets.
For the record, I do know that this was a parenting fail. Not only did I plan this all wrong (I should have just handled making the actual hearts myself and then given them carte blanche to design them as they wanted), but I missed the mark on why we were doing this craft in the first place. It was meant to be something that we could do together that was crafty and creative. I wanted them to give their friends more than just a Valentines- in-a-Box. I wanted to be that crafty mom.
But I’m not, and now I know.