49ers Season

For 2 years I have dreaded 49er Season. My Father-in-law got my husband season tickets as a father/son bonding with their good friends. Our first season I was left home with two kids under the age of 2. I was nursing, working 4 days a week with a 3 hour commute and absolutely hated the fact that this was a reoccurring gift which felt like Sunday's in hell. That sounds strong I realize and yes I was thankful for the 1-on-1 bonding but really I just longed for equality in our family.

Last year the season came and went without much notice and I was actually able to attend a game. I saw first hand the culinary ritual of gourmet tailgates, father/son bonding and I fell in love with the whole experience. I longed for our girls to have a similar ritual with their Papa starting at age four.

This year as Pat attended his first 49ers game I was filled with excitement. I took the girls on a Mama date, we returned home from our dinner to a clean house and unpacked my bags of starch newly cut fabric ready for creation. Within a few breaths all of the fabric was out strewn about the couch, our Labrador and draped off each of the girls shoulders with shrills of "Oh", "Ahh" & "Look at this one!"

I stopped myself from putting restriction on the newly purchased fabric that was soon dragged upon the floor, "It will get dog hair on it..." I trailed off quickly noticing that I was not Debby Downer but the Creativity Police. Art is art until you limit it with rules then you might as well play by color.

To my fabric loving girls thank you for helping me to see the loveliness of messy creation. I love you!