Every day my son Maximus and I have a silent ritual.
We take our baby Liberty to bed, we put her sleep bag on, we sneak out of her room, count one, two, three and take a deep breath and run to our making stations.
Maximus calls himself a master builder. The lego movie came out in perfect timing for my three year old to begin an obsession with building. At three he can sit at a table for three solid hours or more and build. When Libby is around the lego becomes a weapon, when she is asleep the maker in him comes out to play.
I see the glint in his eye as the fire truck is built, the stories that he makes up with his police men and the baddies who get caught and dragged off to jail. His lego world is full of activity, life and freedom. As he makes these little worlds, he finds his true personality and confidence.
Just like my three year old I am obsessed with making.
When my babes are falling asleep, I start to creep slowly, then I end up running towards my latest project.
It doesn’t matter if it is my laptop and a new book is in the wings, or my basket of wool as I create presents for someone, or my colouring in book as I reflect on what is going on in my mind, or my herb garden, my vision board or even what is on the stove cooking for my family for dinner.
Every time I make something, every time I produce something, every time it brings healing.
It heals my inner critic.
It heals the voice that says I am tired.
It brings a smile to a heart that is weary.
It expresses something I have been trying to say for weeks.
It unlocks my frustration and anger.
It calms my impatient attitude.
There is something so precious about making.
If you are feeling isolated, lonely, misunderstood, heart broken, not enough…
Then
Make,
Maker,
Make.
You were created to.
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