I'm still churning out dolls - and now that there is a newborn-baby induced production deadline, I'm making more than ever! In fact, I've just worked out that I've made 22 dolls in just 2 months and have another 14 currently in production.
Demand is crazier than ever...which actually astounds me. I feel like such a usual and unspectacular person that it's an odd thing to have this one small piece of who I am be so popular!
It's very alluring and the temptation is to let it define all of me. The truth is, almost every day I wished I was as good at being a mother (wife, sister, daughter, friend, etc) as I am at making dolls.
I'd love my epitaph to read, "She was a great mother!" but instead I'm afraid it will read, "She was really good at making dolls!"
...and dolls aren't eternal are they? So I constantly have to guard my usual and unspectacular heart from allowing the success of my dolls more importance than they actually have.
You'd have thought I'd have that little niggle sorted by now huh? But like they say, 'The more things change, the more they stay the same'.