My sewing buddy

As I sit here and type this blog...I am overwhelmed. The idea of starting a swimwear line and raising a three year old feels quite challenging. The summer months are upon me now and of course school is  pretty much complete for my little tot. He is at the right age now where he can play on his own or concentrate on a movie for bit so maybe that time can be to hone in on my sewing skills or read a book about the industry I so desire to become apart of (sort of).  I, of course, have a set schedule figured out for him which includes many activities like swimming, beach, parks, beach, library, beach, etc. I think you all may understand my point. A three year old human boy is much like a three year old thoroughbred race horse, crazy amounts of energy and not much attention span except go go go! I look forward to the days with him this summer and enjoying our time together so I feel my project will be pretty on the back burner for the next two months. I do have my class once a week and some evening time after my son is in bed and I feel that is enough. I keep in mind the opportunity to have a three year old in my home running around, laughing, chatting, screeching with delight is not going to be long lived. In fact, this weekend was a sore reminder of this as we removed his changing table and moved his bed to a different spot in the room. I remember my husband walked out of the room with the changing table piece and mattress and said "well this is being thrown out" I immediately objected. He of course did not understand why I wanted to keep a piece of furniture that will never be used again in our home. It made me sad to think that only four years ago I was ordering that changing table piece and the dresser it fit upon for my developing fetus. Nonetheless, my son was quite excited about one less baby article being in his room and now he had a dresser top where we are going to eventually get him a clock and lamp. He is now eyeing the wall that was above his crib which has lamb decals jumping over a fence. He asked if that could be replaced with fire trucks instead...sigh...here we go again. I refuse to take the decals down for now...because I remember putting them up on that hot august day. I felt like a watermelon was in my body weighing me down so I did not want to go anywhere. The UPS truck delivered the package with the peel and stick decals. I was very excited to have a project to keep me preoccupied for an hour. I remember spending the time putting up the decals and just mesmerized by the fact my son would be looking at those pictures someday. I jump back to today and he is now wanting them peeled off and replaced with red fire trucks. My point in all of this rambling is my son is growing up...so I sit and want to learn how to develop this great idea of a swimwear line however, I realize my son is growing up and I will NEVER get this time back again. In fact, all those months I fought and hobbled to bed with no hair was not because I wanted to live for a business idea. It was because I wanted to raise my only child. My grandfather would ask me, "Do you know what the most important time in a child's life is?" I would ask, "No please tell me." He would say, "The first five years." He encouraged me to stay home and to be with my son. I feel like this is a promise to him, since he has now passed, I can keep my promise to raise his only great grandchild to be an excellent human being. In the meantime the extra time I have once my son is asleep that will be devoted to swimwear.  So if you are wondering when my line will be out...in due time...but first I have another priority to keep in mind. Happy Summer!