“Mama, what’s for snack?” I pause my fabric cutting, check the time (3:00pm), and suggest the oranges sitting on the kitchen counter.
There’s profound joy in fulfilling my children’s needs, but there were moments – back when both my kids were under eight years of age – when I felt like I was nothing but a 24/7 food dispenser. Before quilting, this feeling reared its ugly head almost everyday. I was a stay-at-home parent, and didn’t recognize it at that time, but I was struggling from a loss of identity, motivation, and purpose. The thing is, I enjoyed working in general. It gave me measurable goals and it satisfied my career-oriented aspirations. However, due to employer-based healthcare coverage in the US, it was difficult to go back to the workforce…
