Thursday, July 31, 2008

Flipped Out Over Fairy's

Jo invented a little doll this summer and she calls them Fairy Flower Flips (Flips for short). Turn them one way, they are a flower, turn them another and voila, you have a fairy. The Flips are a mix of fake flowers, a bit of wire, a wood bead, feathers and some silk embroidery thread. Jo is the designer and my hands twist, glue and tie each one into being.

We made and sold dozens. They are selling over at Dava Beads at this very minute (although Jo doesn’t approve of not being there to explain the whole concept to each interested customer).

Every where the girl goes, she carries a basket of Flips and with very little urging, she will show them off.

I’ve purchased enough fake flowers to make a small army of Flips. I’ve got a whole organizational system to house the finished Flips as well as the supplies for making the Flips. I’m dreaming about the Flips. I’m talking about the Flips. Even when I’m meditating and trying to stop all thoughts, ideas about the flips fly into my head and I give them my attention (sprinkle glue on the petals, add glitter, that could be pretty). Here I am writing about the Flips.

What’s going on?

Is it the magic of making something with a little girl who I once made in my own belly? Is it how we have this common ground for a few weeks, a project that connects us? I don’t know. I’m just in it with her and willing to be at her side until she’s done and wants to move on to the next thing.

Maybe this is just motherhood—you get behind your child with all that you are and you shine the light on the stage of their dreams until they can do it for themselves. Or maybe this is my mothering of Jo and it’s not “motherhood” at all.

I do know that I really like being a gaffer for Jo. It’s like being blessed.

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