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It's Sunday and time for errands. It's a bright, sunny day in Chicagoland and warmer than it's been in weeks, though that means it's about 25 degrees. But it's sunny! And not unpleasant to be out, driving to the store, listening to Anderson and Roe play Mozart.
My first errand was to Michael's, the arts and crafts store. My 4th graders are finishing up their clay terrains, demonstrating that they know their landforms and bodies of water, and we have run out of green and brown clay. I walked through the door into the store and a physical pang of nostalgia hit me in the chest as I looked at the rows of craft supplies. The many times my daughter and I shopped for craft supplies here came rushing back.
My daughter Jamie has always loved arts and crafts. She even had an art birthday party one year. We had a crayon cake and the kids all made crafts. She was in heaven.
She created many of her projects all on her own, but we did rubber stamping together and I taught her how to make a baby quilt. It was a wonderful way to spend time together. And we shopped for supplies together, taking our time, looking, thinking about projects.
She's now 24 and living in nearby Chicago while she finishes a masters degree in music. She plans to move to Houston in the fall for further study. She's still crafty -- for Chanukah she surprised us with a set of coasters she had made. But all those trips to Michael's, those times making things together are done. I'm proud of her and I want her to leave home and follow her dreams, but I'm also sad because of the parts of our lives together that are ending. And so I stood for a moment in Michael's Arts & Crafts, feeling the tears welling up, but not spilling out.