Wow, it's been a whole week since I posted. Not because I haven't had an exciting week, but because my week has been super-crazy and jam-packed! This is the first moment I've had to sit down at my computer in close to seven days. The hubs and I had the distinct pleasure of accompanying our youngest to Greenville, SC (one of my fave "weekend getaway" cities) for the Indie Craft Parade this past weekend. As you know, our youngest daughter is a potter and she crafts some amazing things out of clay!
I was a bit of a nervous wreck on Wednesday knowing she was driving (alone) 800 miles (alone) from Houston to Atlanta. Did I mention that she was alone without a traveling companion? I know I probably got on her nerves calling her exactly every two hours to check on her progress and, like a good mother (or not), following her route on my computer screen as she made her way eastward. She called at around 9:00 p.m. and I surmised that she was about 45 minutes out. As an hour passed and she still hadn't arrived, I paced the floor like a woman who had just robbed a bank. But I was not gonna call her and bug her one more time! When the lights of her car came around the corner, I rushed out to greet her, uttering a prayer of thanks that she was home safe and sound. Actually, I might've been shouting those prayers! Exactly 13 hours after leaving Houston, she pulled her rental car to our curb loaded to the brim with carefully-packed containers of the goods she has meticulously created in the last several months preparing for this weekend show. When I opened the passenger's door to greet her, a couple of things fell out (oops!) and I peeked at her through the packed car to welcome her home. What I saw I couldn't believe. There was barely enough room for her in the car! How she drove 13 hours in that two-by-three-foot space, bars within inches of her face, without going mad is beyond me! But I have to remind myself she is my brave, extremely-motivated girl, and is exactly 31 years, 4 months, and 19 days younger than me. Yes, that does make a difference. Before pulling out on Friday to head north to Greenville, her bestie since college arrived to accompany us and we finished up some last-minute chores. A mom may work from sun to sun, but a potter's work is never done. But, alas, either from sheer exhaustion or because there's absolutely no time left to do one more thing, you come to that point where enough is enough and you're as ready as you're ever "gone be."
Abbie's show in Greenville was a breathtakingly-beautiful success! Her hard worked paid off and she returned to Houston on Monday with far fewer packed containers than when arriving on Wednesday. I am convinced if she'd had two more days, she would've sold every single, solitary gorgeous piece of her pottery (am I a proud mama or what?!). But more than just being proud of the awesome woman my daughter has become and her amazing talents as a artist, I was proud and extremely grateful for the small amounts of time spent together as just mother and daughter...a cup of coffee together on the sofa...a slightly emotional debate sitting on the front porch...a quick lunch across the booth from each other...snippets of time where I feel she shared and bared a bit of her soul for only me to see. I cherish those moments now more than ever because they are few and far between. She has gone from this tiny little girl who completely depended on her mom for everything to this fiercely-independent young woman who is tackling the world on her own. I like to think that I have a small part in her world still, even though it is not always easy to feel that way living so far apart. Thank God for Instagram and Facetime. These tools are amazing miracles of the modern world.
On the rare occasion I get to attend one of Abbie's events, I enjoy watching her interact with strangers and friends alike. She has a genuineness about her that I think appeals to a wide range of people and people enjoy meeting the artist who actually touched their purchases and shaped them with her own, glaze-stained hands. I have also come to realize that she is very selective about the pieces she offers to the public. Of course, as her mother, I think every piece she creates is stunning and perfect in every way. But if one of her pieces comes out with a defect such as a small crack or the tiniest imperfection, she refuses to offer it to her buyers. She, just like me when it comes to images, is very picky in what she considers her best work and tends to be as much of a pottery snob as I am an image snob. But to demand of yourself the very best you can be, snobbery in your craft is a necessary evil when it comes to quality. It's pretty easy to throw out an imperfect image but I can only imagine the agony of sending a piece of pottery that has taken hours to complete to the "no-sell" stack. Sometimes her mommie-dearest ends up with those pieces and that's all right by me. They're all flawless in my eyes.
I am always reminded of the correlation of the potter and her wheel to God and his creation. We are influenced and shaped by the hands that mold us and the brokenness that inevitably seems to find us in life. No life is without flaws and imperfections. Thankfully, we don't have to be perfect to be of use in God's eyes and for that I am truly grateful because I carry many physical and emotional scars that are the results of bad choices, mistakes, and hard experiences over the decades of my life. But those flaws and imperfections prove to be great trophies of lessons learned over the years and God is able and willing to use a cracked pot. It's in allowing God to use the broken pieces to make us better that our lives are pieced together for strength and durability for the years to come.
After all, God don't make no junk (and neither does Abbie).
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