I am the old mom at my sons school, I don’t think there is anyone there who thinks I am NOT his grandmother (because I am old enough to be). I am not making mommy friends like I use to with my older kids. High School never really goes away, or maybe high school trains us to be the grown ups we are…
I don’t fit into the selfie-taking, yoga pants wearing (I do wear them but not the same way, mine look like they are keeping my booty from the ground while the young moms are sportin’ Kim K booties they got at the gym or from a surgeon). I don’t wait in line on FaceTime, I have real gray hair I cover while they dye theirs gray and there is a difference for sure. I also don’t say things like "Oh my gawd I totally don’t know what I am going to make for dinner, I am totally keto and my kids want pasta and bread (ewww), what-ever I am going to have to stop at Whole Foods and get them some Annies or I won’t make it to spin on time. (I live in California).
Once in a while I find a normie, a regular mom who is just stay-at-home-mom frazzled, hits up the thrift store for board games, is just happy to have a person to talk to who isn’t asking to play with her phone, wipe their bottom, or screaming that someone is breathing their air.
So I met this mom and she is my oldest daughters age, I am her parents age, but we both have ten years olds and we are both artists. She doesn’t call herself one, she calls herself a mom.
She got to see a baby of mine. We talk about the babies often, she follows me on social media (I am not super active but I pop up once in a while). Then out of the blue she hits me up and asks if she could maybe help me out a little to learn to paint babies.
“GURL, I have no one to baby geek with, you may be the first person I met in person who isn’t creeped out, doesn’t think I have traded real art for this silliness, isn’t worried that my doll making is linked to some fetish, or… I don’t know what, when can I drop off a kit?”
I gave her an ugly with mismatched arms to play with. She had some craft paint, a few brushes and with very little instruction (my You Tube videos, and Jens) She went to town and made a baby one night.
Holy Moses.
It was a little orangey and first time, but given what she had to work with, she nailed it for sure. She has the mojo.
I gave her the link to BB, told her what to buy and where and damn if she didn’t paint another airdry baby in a day or two and her painted hair! She figured out painted hair on her first try.
To be honest she does pencil portraits for pleasure (and she is good) but painting hair on a vinyl baby is a learned skill.
I think she is hooked. Sorry folks, there may be a new newbie in town sometime soon.
She is done for, she is going to have to kick her mister out of his Star Wars Lego man cave and start hoarding kits and baby clothes.
Sorry, not sorry.
that’s beautiful, I wish I could’ve learned that fast ! She will do well 
gorgeous hair. I’m glad you included she’s an artist though. (My self-esteem thanks you) I about lose it when I read the occasional post “this is my first reborn” and it’s pure perfection and I’ve been a professional artist my entire life is not mentioned.i know, Details, details 
