Like mother, like son

We all know that Easton is Spencer's child. But every now and then I see proof of my own dna seeping forth. Recently he's started playing Upward Basketball. At the first game we watched the pack of boys run up and down the court. And then we watched Easton stand slightly outside of the action at each hoop. He liked the running, but didn't really want to get inside the crowd to fight for the ball. And as I watched that scenario I leaned over and told Spencer, "Sorry, he gets that from me - I used to be like that."

Scratch that.

Still am.

I thought I was over it. We all were awkward when we were young right? But surely we grow out of it. I'm 34. I'm an adult. I'm a mother of three children. I am confident in who I am. Right? Right?

Obviously not.

A few months ago I discovered the most glorious place on earth. It's called the Among Friends Quilt Shop. They have rows and rows of BEAUTIFUL fabrics. Why oh why do I love fabric so much? I just want to buy it and hold it. And on the 1st Friday of every month they have a class from 5-10 where you can bring a project to work on. They provide the table space, cutting space, ironing space, and will sell you any supplies in the store at a discount. Woo Hoo! 5 whole hours to work on something! Anything! I was beside myself with happiness and had been looking forward to this night for weeks.

I arrived promptly at 5 and set up my "area".

By 5:15 I was plotting my escape.

Seriously? I'm intimidated by old ladies with sewing machines? I need help. Really, they were all very sweet. A few stopped to say hello but for the most part they were all feverishly working on their quilts. Not Jenny quilts that use two huge pieces of fabric and some straight lines. These were intricate-it takes 3 years to complete-kind of quilts. No one was working on dollies. Or aprons. Or totes. And that's about as far as my skills take me so I definitely felt out of my element. But it was more than that. I am out of my element when I'm around my yarn crafty friends and that doesn't seem to bother me. So maybe it's just that I was in an unfamiliar place surrounded by unfamiliar people. Regardless, the experience was horribly uncomfortable. I literally considered 5 different ways of how I could gracefully pack up my things and make a quick exit. The only thing that kept me seated was the promise of pizza and the peace that comes with being away from the house. In other words, I was willing to deal with my weird internal issues if it meant I could have a night to myself and get fed greasy things.

In the end, I stayed the entire night and completed one whole project. (see above) I will probably go again next month and won't feel so awkward because I will recognize some of the people and will know the "routine". And 6 months from now will wonder why I ever had issues in the first place.

Thank goodness I married Spencer. His sign shines bright enough for the both of us.