A year and a half ago, I bought materials to make dolls for all three of my girls. I planned to have them done by Christmas 2012. I started the dolls but never finished.
My reasons were simple – no time, no space.
I decided on a smaller goal. Just one doll for Augusta on Christmas. Again, I didn’t finish.
I set my sights on her second birthday. While crafting her doll, I listened to my inner dialogue.
It sounded like this: “Are the eyes even? Is the mouth too small? Will this stitch hold? The stitches are so uneven. I don’t really like the shape of the legs.” It went on and on. What was left out of the chatter going on was, “I’m making a doll for my daughter who is… turning two.”
I listened to my darling inner critic prattle on and sewed anyway. I finished it the night before her birthday and wrapped it up.
She opened it on her birthday and was held it for a minute or two. Then she put it down and played with something else. Her sister, Avery, picked it up, hugged it and took it to her room. (Where it remains.)
I didn’t hit a home run for Augusta with this doll, but I learned that “no time!” and “no space!” are not the reasons my projects don’t get done by Christmas.
I’ve started to call the inner dialogue while I work my inner third grader. She wants perfect, matching stitches so no one will look at her work and say, “It’s not so great.”
I listened to my inner third grader as I made a photo book for Augusta. “Are the photos straight? Who are you leaving out? Will Mom like the photo of herself?”
I said, “It’s okay, honey. It’s for a two year old who may or may not love the book. But she will not care if the pictures are straight as long as she can tear the wrapping paper.”