Growing up, I always had my hands in some sort of creative outlet. From writing stories, putting on plays, creating latch-work rugs (!), and making homemade beauty products. As an adult, I’ve been an actress, a writer and a crafter. Yet, I never really owned my creativity.
I was generally self-deprecating regarding my artistic expressions, to the point of apologizing for them at times. Somewhere along the line, I lost my sense of authenticity. I lost my sense of me.Once I had children, I completely stopped being creative. I unintentionally decided that all of the daily tasks associated with having and raising children were far more important than staying creative or allowing myself some time alone to actually create something.
My daughter is now four years old and we spend much of our day together doing crafts, creating things and making art. My daughter will occasionally get frustrated and dismiss her creativity by commenting on how she isn’t a good artist or she doesn’t know how to do something the “right” way.I'd tell her, repeatedly, that there is no “right” when it comes to her art, that she just needs to be true to herself and whatever comes out is exactly the way it is supposed to be — that sometimes making mistakes is the best possible thing that can happen because it opens us up in ways we never dreamed possible. Her inner voice is uniquely hers and it is perfection. And then a funny thing happened; I started listening to myself.
I realized that the only way I could teach my daughter (as well as my one-year-old son) that her creative spirit was valuable and worthwhile was to honor my own. I realized that I had to model an authentic, creative life if I ever wanted her to feel as though her own mattered.I realized that my daughter taught me how to be true to myself just by simply being. And I owe it to her to be my best self, and to listen to my inner voice because it is uniquely mine. This has translated into sharing my DIY projects on The Bright Side Project and integrating my creativity in every aspect of my life. For me, becoming a mother changed everything. And I couldn’t be happier.