My youngest is starting high school this fall, can you believe it? Life can feel so surreal sometimes. It isn’t just the passing of time but the way people change, the way the world has changed, and the way the world is changing. We think we know it all, but at the end of the day, we really don’t know very much. After raising my oldest, who is five years older than my youngest, you’d think I’d have a handle on parenting a teenager, but I feel like I’m back at square one. The complexities of being a teenager is way beyond any science or studies out there. It’s a storm that, as a parent, I have no idea of the outcome. We can only parent the way we know, and most of the time it’s from our own understanding of our own childhood and how we saw our parents. We either want to parent just like them or completely opposite of them, but either way, sometimes, it feels like someone else holds the rein to our children’s destiny.
As a “graduation” from 8th grade gift, my youngest wanted to go to the Butterfly Pavilion. She loves nature and butterflies and remembered her first time going there when she turned five and wanted to go there again. So, we took her. She enjoyed it a lot more than when she was five.
Photos from the Butterfly Pavilion:
Sorry for the bad quality of photo. There wasn’t enough light and I upped the ISO pretty high thus the graininess.
This assignment asked for stamped butterflies or similar but I don’t have a lot of stamps so I decided to create the butterflies in Photoshop and overlay with digital scrapbooking papers (which I have a ton of), then I sent it to the Silhouette to trace and cut. I used 3-D foam squares to stick the butterflies onto the paper. The project asked for Glazing Fluid Medium but I don’t have that so I used Clear Gesso which turned out very similar. My Reeves Acrylic paints are on the darker side so I had to mix in white to create the pastels. I had to let this paint dry for at least a full day before I could add the embellishments.
My favorite moment inside the butterfly canopy was when I saw these two turtles looking toward the pond. I saw myself in them, except I’m looking toward the beach, with my husband, as we watch the sunset in blazing colors.
I think she was overwhelmed with all the butterflies. Her favorite moment was when she gently touched a butterfly’s wing before it swiftly flew away. We’re not supposed to touch them but her little fingers reached out so quickly that by the time we told her not to touch them, it was already too late.