My mother is magic.
When I was very young she turned fabric swatches and floor plans into 3d paintings for companies.
She sewed dresses and costumes and blankets and more.
I still remember how my silky peach easter dress swished when I swayed.
She decorated her first wedding cake at age 14.
She made barbies into cakes, and crafted huge pop-up cards with big bold beautiful messages.
She taught calligraphy to 4th graders during colonial days.
She found all kinds of things to help the children and women in her life to CREATE.
My mom is in Africa for over 3 years, with my dad. They are in charge of 180+/- young missionaries.
They are teaching and sharing about Jesus Christ.
Instead of crafting and making calligraphy, she is responding to calls from sick missionaries and teaching adults to read, driving for hours on dirt roads every week.
She’s seeing miracles almost on a daily basis.
But she still is creative. She’s creative to solve problems and fit a million things into a single day.
She also makes cute little folded cards in the shape of a missionary shirt for their birthdays.
She has gotten creative on how to make birthday treats with very limited supplies.
She is amazing.
I miss her.
Honestly, I wish I could have started Women Create Weekly with her.
She is my inspiration.
She is the one who taught me to see.
See with my eyes, see with my heart and see with my feelings.
In honor of my mom, I made my very first tutorial back in January.
It’s overly explanatory.
Honestly, I’m a little embarrassed to share it.
But it’s something my mom taught me since I was little and I can do in my sleep.
And all you need are 2 pieces of paper.
My mom isn’t here.
Luckily, I get to talk to her often, and even FaceTime.
I got to visit her in Africa a few months ago.
But it was meant to be this way.
I needed to start this on my own, to birth my own creative business.
I have grown so much in my confidence in the last 4 months as I have begun this website.
She sees me from afar grow into this new journey with confidence.
She is able to see me online, cheering me on.
And you are here too.
My dear friend, thank you.
Thank you for believing in me.
Thank you for nurturing that little spark of creativity inside of you.
That spark yearns for you to make, to create, to do.
My job is to help you kindle that fire.
And keep away the shovel full of dirt that you’re tempted to throw on that spark to put it out.
Don’t put out that fire.
It’s there for a reason.
And you are going to discover it.
I promise you.
And the journey will enlarge your soul and confidence like never before.
I’m excited to see where it takes us.