“Mom, what’s that huge store that you went to that has cars in the middle?”
“I have no idea.”
“You know, it’s really big and there’s all these stores?”
“A mall?” I guessed.
“Yeah, a mall! I think we should go to a mall sometime.”
Does my son really not know what a mall it? Really? I’m semi-stunned.
Think what kind of culture shock he’s going to experience when he and his friends go to the mall to hang out.
Actually, I think he’ll have a blast. He’ll go berserk. He’ll probably hijack one of the security guard’s golf carts and take it on a zigzag joy ride through the hat kiosks.
Another recent conversation: we were driving through town and he said, “It makes me feel kind of sad.”
“What does?” I asked.
“That people buy their playhouses because they don’t know how to build them.”
“Yes well, not everyone knows how to build things.”
“Yeah, nobody knows how to do anything anymore.”
This conversation made me want to:
a. laugh—an 11-year-old sagely mourning a day and age he never knew
b. chortle—he appreciates our more hands-on lifestyle, yippee!
c. deliver a lecture—Let’s look at the big picture, sonny. Some of those playhouse-buying people can do things you’ll NEVER be able to do. Everybody has different gifts, so don’t look down your nose just cause you know something that someone else doesn’t.
I did none of those things. Instead, I kept my eyes on the road and just mm-hmmed.
As of late, he’s been getting a bunch of orders through his etsy shop.
“A bunch” is a relative term, of course. What I mean when I say “a bunch” is that it’s been keeping us busy. We’ve been spending whole mornings, and sometimes afternoons, making jewelry, book-keeping, emailing, and packaging up the items.
He’s doing more and more of the work himself—not only is he smashing the coins, but he’s coming up with new ideas, filing the coins, crafting the jewelry, addressing the envelopes, communicating with consignment shop owners (two have taken his jewelry), etc. He’s enjoying himself, too. He thrives when he’s king of his mountain—the more we become like equal partners (and less like bossy mom and recalcitrant son), the happier he is (and I am).
Over the last few months he has been gradually learning about good business etiquette and acclimating to my exacting standards. No longer does he argue (so much) when I tell him his handwriting isn’t neat enough or that a coin isn’t smashed properly. (Yes, I have standards for how we wreck things.)
For awhile there it was like pulling teeth (and it still is some days). It got so bad that I made him memorize Thomas Edison’s quote, “Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work,” and recite it to me multiple times every day. Now if he starts lagging, I just holler, “Opportunity, boy! Opportunity!”
The other day while I was photographing some custom-ordered necklaces, my son hauled down the baby head statue (an art project of my brother’s, modeled on [after?] Yo-Yo’s toddler head) and thunked it on the table. He and his sister adorned it with the jewelry and ordered me to photograph it.
“There is no way I’m putting these pictures in the shop,” I said. “We’d probably lose customers with a head like this.”
Then they mounted the head on a stool and dressed it.
Later—no pictures, sorry—a bridal Miss Beccaboo married it.
And even later I walked into the room and found it talking on the phone, a newspaper in its pocket and a puppy dog trailing behind.
This same time, years previous: roasted rhubarb, I have nothing to say (ha!), pounding the pulpit
the domestic fringe
Oh, my soul! Your kids are HEE-sterical. That wacked out baby head with the jewelery = totally creepy. I may have nightmares! Super-cool jewels though. I think it's awesome that your son has his own business. Good for him and kudos to you mom. Maybe you should reconsider the baby head though…it could draw a whole new clientele. 😉
The picture of him sitting at the table with his hand to forehead- looks just like his uncle Z.
As a mom and an esty seller… I'd have to agree with you on not including the baby head statue in your jewelry photographs… People would think you're a total nut!
You Can Call Me Jane
Yo-yo is so great. Please tell him I said so.
your son is very talented-I wish I could get my grandsons who live with me to do something creative-and I'm not talking about x-box-your son probably does not know what that is.anyway,I wanted to tell him about a favorite purse of mine-it has layers of coins sewn onto it—they fall off sometimes and I sew them back on [not very skillfully] but I have gotten so many complements on that bag—food for thought!—just saying
I like that saying.
You are a hoot and a half.
I sit here thinking what to comment on first, but I always seem to be grinning through your entire post because of your use of words, that I forget what I want to comment about.
What's so cool is that your boy is still having "talks" with you.
Telling you whats on his mind.
What a blessing.
And your supportive and maybe that's why.
I'm happy Smashing for Pretty is doing well:)
He is one fine boy;)