Don’t Distract Me While I’m Creating!
I make a lot of stuff. And I’m rather proud of my stuff that I create. I mean, there’s this stuff that I post on the internet. There’s the stuff I’ve written in the form of books and scripts. There’s the embroidery stuff I make. We’ll leave my cookery stuff out of the equation as we all know the closest I get to cookery is turning the kettle on. Then there’s the diary stuff I write. Copious amounts of scribbling that I look back on from time to time and either cringe with embarrassment at (did I really do that?) or look at with puzzlement because, well, I can’t actually remember doing it. I suppose that’s the cool thing about writing diaries. It’s impossible to remember all the things we do from day-to-day but everything we do make us into the people we are. And the evidence is there within the pages of a diary.
When I make something, I like to think my kids might like to keep it one day, after I’ve finished wearing out this body. If they keep my diaries, they might enjoy reading about ‘what mum did before she had kids’. I almost look forward to them realising that before I became ‘mum’, I went here, did that… probably shouldn’t have done that but it was fun at the time, and, oh yes, that happened too… I’d been trying to suppress that memory… I suppose it could be considered rather egotistical, wanting to be remembered after I’ve gone. But I want my kids to know about their family, who they were and where they came from, what they accomplished and what they screwed up. I want them to laugh when they read about the time I made their father take me to a strip club to help me research a novel. I would love for them to keep some of the embroidery I made to go on their bedroom walls when they were tiny (Spiderman, Disney Princesses, the big skull and crossbones, the Ouija Board… ah come on, you didn’t think it was all going to be airy fairy cutsie stuff?).
Kids – Parents Just Like Embarrassing You🙂
In this day and age, in a world where everything is rapidly becoming electronic, a handwritten diary or something handmade, well, I think that makes for something a bit special. It contains part of the soul of the person who wrote/made it. And while I know that one day I won’t be here any more, I hope my loved ones will be able to look at the stuff I leave behind and know there’s a small piece of me left behind with them, too.
©Nicola Kirk and http://www.nicolakirk.wordpress.com 2016