Talented Mothers

that will be MY kids' mother's talent

 

My mum is very good at decoupage.
She's already decoupaged our dinner table and one of our cabinets with old newpaper clippings from 1945, around the WWII period. As well as a box with tattoo designs all over it.

 

I don't know how my mom did it. She was also a single mom and worked fulltime and went to college at night. Every weekend though, when I was a kid, we painted or went to a free museum day. I was really lucky to grow up in a city with tons of free cultural activities and exhibits.
Now, my mom is an empty nester, retired early and is going to grad school. She paints all the time when she is not in school or writing.

 

That sounds so bad ass. I like to decoupage too, but I am not very good -yet.

 

hahaaaaaaaaa, so can mine! Moms who smoke weed rock.

 

haha! i had to read that twice, because at first i thought you were referring to what my mom's talent is (which i THOUGHT i hadn't actually said).... but you're referring to the rolling a tight joint. lol! but you're probably good at her talent too... and i'm sure, a bit more discriminating.

 

Ah, you have got to say it now. What is it? *leans closer*

 

hahaha

i know what it is.

 

Well...?

 

i'm starting to think that my old lady might be smarter than me.

 

is your mom's talent guilting you? My mom is good at that as well.

 

if you're thinking BJ, you are correct.

my mom basically told me growing up that if i'm not on my knees with a man's dick in my mouth, i'm not a woman. y'all see why i went lesbian, lol!

no, in order to guilt me she and i would have to care about each other.

 

You are such a survivor and so resillient for turning out to be such an awesome person, despite your parents, but you prob already know that.

 

nah, i just don't show the whole forum how fucked up i really am, lol! j/k

everyone's got fucked up stuff in their life. lots of people's families are fucked up in one way or another, even the "perfect" families (sometimes especially). my trauma is no bigger and badder than the next person's trauma. we all learn how to "survive" by growing and realizing that who we are deep inside has nothing to do with any other person, not even our families, and only to do with accepting and loving ourselves for who we are.

bwahaha... and now i'm spouting guru stuff. but it's what i truly believe. the practice of it.... you should see me when i fall apart... it's quite a sight to see (and hear!)

 

I know how you feel. My family has some really dark skeletons in their closets and so do I. The only difference is I don't keep mine a secret.
I am still bitter and not to the point of wanting to be a healthy person yet. SOmetimes I pretend, but then I fall apart when I get home. I feel bad for my husband. He has such little baggage and I came with a whole u-haul.

 

i actually keep very little of my dark past a secret. it's my emotions i tend to hide away. pretend like i don't have them and that nothing hurts and so forth. doesn't really work though, and when i fall apart, i cry and wail and scream my guts out like a 2 year old having a temper tantrum until i go horse, and then i cry some more.

i can't remember crying past the age of 9, except for when my wife died, and the first time i held the little girl i practically raised, until about 2 years ago. i bottled it all up. it's quite the release when i do let it go, lol!

 

the caterpillar has metamorphosed into a glorious butterfly. soar high brilliant one.

 

the more i metamorphosize, the more i realize that metamorphosis is never complete. it's beautiful.

 

I tried it but I failed...She ended up cutting out the pictures for me. I only glued them on lol.

I'm really not very good at any crafty stuff... But I make badass pompoms