It's funny how the word "colours" seems to conjure up images of happiness and joyful times - as indeed colour is part of those things. But even when there is colour, there can also be grumpiness. Take yesterday, for example. Despite getting up to some fun colouring activities, it was just one of those days for both of us. You know, the kind where you wake up too early (or, cough, are woken up too early by your darling offspring) and instead of just dealing with it like a mature adult, you spend the day punishing them for it by being a grumpy, grouchy example of everything you hate? And they respond to your horrible attitude by becoming the very thing you need to yell at...
Funny how you get what you create, isn't it?
Maybe it's just me who does this. I see so many blogs of wonderfully happy home-schooling families doing amazing things, and I sometimes ask myself...where are the bad days? Do they have them? If they don't...how do they do it? And if they do have them, why don't they say so??? I can understand not wanting to air dirty laundry...but way to make the rest of us feel inadequate, you perfect people! ;-)
As I have stated previously - and no doubt will again, and often - I am far from perfect. And that imperfection extends to motherhood, I'm afraid. Some days, I think I'm not too bad at all. Others...oh boy do I suck at it! I think what makes those "FAIL" days feel worse is that I know better. I know what I'm doing, what I'm saying, and the effect it will have. And yet, I still struggle with the very simply act of just shutting my damn mouth. It's like the wonderful Naomi Aldort says (and I paraphrase her here): Your mind is like a computer filled with old tapes. Something triggers those tapes to play, and you just open your mouth and spit it all out without stopping to think.
I could go on. But rather than dwell upon failure, I will chalk it up to a learning exercise I needed to go through. What is failure if not an opportunity?
Anyway, not everything here has been a trial. Here are some some photos of the good things we have done in the past few days of "Colour Month."
Painting with watercolours:
Yesterday, blowing coloured water with a straw:
I guess what I have taken from the past few days is that, when compared to colours, I am like a tray of pencils. Sometimes, I am a jumble of mixed-up, messed-up colours. Sometimes, I am like a rainbow. Let's hope the sun comes out again soon.