I know I’ve been rather quiet for a while. My husband’s grandmother passed away and he had to make an unexpected trip out to California to help out. It meant a great deal of rearranging of our schedules – and our toddler stayed behind with me for that week.

I decided to drop most of my marketing and writing projects and focus on family for a few weeks. I’m just now getting ready to jump back in and a current home project inspired me so much that I just needed to share it with you.

For months I had been thinking about it, but a couple of weeks ago I made up my mind to paint my daughter’s room. Think lilac, think purple and pink, and think garden.

It was rather amorphous, this idea in my head. I decided I wanted a picket fence around the perimeter and perhaps some butterflies and flowers. “Nothing too detailed,” I told my husband, “I can’t draw to save my life.”

And it’s true. I often tell people that stick figures are challenging for me. My oldest daughter, now in college, is an absolute genius with a pen or pencil. It has always amazed and baffled me – how she learned, how good she has become at it – with me as her parent.

I picked out the paint – lilac for the walls and ‘palace purple’ and ‘pink mauve’ for accent pieces and set a date. I sent the husband away with the child and got to work. My mother showed up well after the wall coats were done and we discussed the color of the picket fence. She suggested making it the same color as the molding, and normally I follow her suggestions, she’s always been the expert on paint schemes. For some reason, for the first time in my life, I didn’t agree with her idea and chose instead to make a purple fence.

I ignored the voice that said, “What are you doing? You’re going to mess it all up!” and painted the fence.

Next came the butterflies and flowers – what in the world was I going to do? My mother looked at me and shook her head, “Buy decals or something. You can’t draw.”

Again I felt that same sense of reluctance. “You know what, I think I’m just going to give it a try. Worse case, I have to paint over it.”

“Ohhh-kay, whatever you say.” Her tone said it all. This was going to be a disaster. She took Emily away for a night at Grandma’s house so that I could ‘get the rest done’ and I began to search online for decals or something to save me. That little voice was running nice and strong inside my brain, “You can’t draw Christine, buy the decals and stick them on, or else you are going to ruin her room!”

I did a search for butterfly and bee coloring pages and hit pay dirt. I printed out a stack and started going through them and found the perfect bee. It was an easy shape, one that I could look at, dissect by drawing one circle or line at a time, and reproduce. I pulled out my mechanical pencil, slapped the picture up on the wall next to me and drew my first bee. Slowly, gently I outlined it in black paint and colored it in with the yellow. I added the little ‘tracks’ and made more bees and more and more.

The point of this whole post is this…

I decided that I COULD and it happened

It’s that simple. Will I win an award for decorative painting? Not likely…unless I made up my mind to! Instead, I learned that, whether I can draw or not, is irrelevant. I can make a bee appear on my daughter’s wall. In fact, I can make TEN bees and two beehives to go with them.

I have felt so empowered by this experience that my plan is to make Emily’s Garden a counting experience as well.

10 bees, 9 flowers, 8 butterflies, 7 dragonflies, 6 ants, 5 frogs, 4 birdhouses, 3 birds, 2 beehives and 1 cat!

If I can draw a bee and butterflies and all the rest and create a garden in my child’s room – what can you make up your mind to do?

The sky is the limit – all you have to do is believe that you can.