Here’s Why Women Love Windmills

Art, Illustration, Motherhood, We Are In This Together

I’m a farmgirl. And just like any other farmgirl, I love everything that goes along with that title.

I love chickens, tractors, horses, springtime babies, fresh-cut hayfields, big red barns–the list goes on and on.

But there’s one farm icon–hands down–that has always been my very favorite.

Windmills.

I am drawn to those towering, rusty structures like moths to a flame.

I adore those sentinels that keep watch over their farms and keep the all-important waters flowing. I always have, and I always will.

I can tell you where darn near every windmill is in my whole county–after all, aren’t huge windmills perfect landmarks?

And lately, I have loved seeing more and more windmills popping up everywhere I look. On pinterest. At the craft store. At the antique store, at the hardware store, pretty much everywhere . . . which makes me realize that I’m clearly not the only woman in the world with an affinity for Aermotors!

I have given it a lot of thought, often during the countless hours I’ve spent seeking out my own perfect antique windmill, scanning newspaper classifieds and craigslist columns to no avail. I may not have found my own perfect (attainable) antique windmill yet, but I think I have figured out why we females all like them so darn much! (And no–it’s not because Joanna Gaines sneaks them into her farmhouse decor collections now and again. But hey, can you blame her?)

Nope. Women love windmills because we are just like them.

Windmills represent us. Beautifully.

We are sentinels, too; standing silent watch at our nursery doors while our little ones struggle for precious sleep, or at the front door while our not-so-little ones race to make it home before curfew. We stand strong, around the clock, just like they do. Because our workday doesn’t end when the sun goes down, either.

We stand by our husbands, our partners, through the strongest storms of our marriages, and keep our own wells from going dry.

We stand tall and strong, no matter how fiercely the winds are blowing our way. We absorb those winds, the forces of nature we can’t control, and we turn them into goodness.

We turn adversity into growth, and struggles into successes. We turn hard work into reward. We turn and we turn and we turn, so our families can thrive.

We pump (and sometimes literally pump) ourselves into keeping our children, our families, and our relationships healthy. We may slow down at times, but we never quit.

Women are just like windmills. Beautiful and sturdy, steadfast and striking–just what every landscape needs.

I hope that the next time you see a windmill, mama, you will take the chance to tell yourself what a good job you are doing.

And I know exactly what you’ll do next.

You’ll keep right on turning.

This post originally appeared on Her View From Home .

Print Making with Julie Sola

Art, Illustration, KidLit

This week at my favorite Indie bookstore, This House of Books, we had a very special guest! Julie Sola, author and illustrator of RUN FAST, MILO! and Possum Dreams, was in town to sign books. She also gave a fantastic demonstration on print making.

Both of her books were illustrated with hand-pulled linoleum cuts that were carved and printed by hand at Hatch Show Print in Nashville, Tennessee, on a 1968 Vandercook proofing press.

I have never hand-printed anything before, so this demonstration was absolutely fascinating to me!

Here I am, giving it a try! I am using a spoon on the back of my print, making sure all the ink gets spread onto the paper evenly. I was surprised at how little ink I needed to make such a bold print!

Here are the two prints I “pulled” from Julie’s original hand-carved blocks:

I was completely enamored with this method of illustration, and I can’t wait to go find all of the odds and ends I need to start experimenting! I learned what “brayers” are, (the rollers) what kind of ink to use, how to keep from cutting your hands while cutting away your shapes, and how to “think in reverse!”

The icing on the cake was all the fun we had meeting Rod Stewart’s band/road crew! (Julie is also his costume/wardrobe manager, when she isn’t busy making amazing art!)

Please take a minute to go check out her awesome website:

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Thanks so much, Julie Sola, for sharing your art and teaching us a fun new skill!

How Do The Pictures Get In The Book?

Illustration, KidLit

I had the pleasure of teaching a kids workshop on illustration a few weeks ago at my favorite Billings bookstore, This House of Books!

In a wonderful summer series the bookstore hosted for children featuring workshops from different STEAM careers, I was honored to fill the slot for the “A” with some Art. I am a firm believer in the importance of the arts in our lives, and even more so in the lives of our children and students.

I brought my sketches, my storyboard, and my final watercolor paintings for The Spill, so I could show the kids my process from start to finish.

I even brought my light box along, which was a huge hit! All the kids got the chance to trace Faye, just like I did so many times throughout the six months it took me to finish all the artwork for the book.

The kids learned about basic story elements like setting, characters, and plot; they learned how to show emotion and action through body language in illustrations, and they even sketched their own storyboards!

I was thrilled to see such amazing little budding artists, who will be the storytellers of tomorrow! This event made me even more grateful for a life involving books, art, and children. What a beautiful combination!

Thanks so much to This House of Books for inviting me to come present this fun workshop! We will ALWAYS need stories and stories are so much better with pictures. I felt so lucky to get to share the wonderful world of illustration with such creative little minds–our authors and illustrators of tomorrow!

**Draw something everyday!**

~Erika

(Huge thanks also go to Rosanna Buehl–one of our amazing bookstore volunteers–for all of these awesome pictures!!)

Thank God for Digger Books. (I Can Do Hard Things)

Hank Humor, KidLit, Life Lessons from a Three Year Old, Motherhood

I thought I was a boymom before. . .but today, I officially earned my “boymom” card. What for, you ask?

Today, I successfully assembled a CAT loader from a million individually packaged plastic pieces and several bags of super cheap hardware– All. By. Myself. (Daddy, you see–our regular handyman–of course just happened to be out of town for work the day the huge, exciting box showed up.) And who could make an adorable 3-year old wait ANOTHER whole day? Not THIS mom!

So, I persevered. I squinted at the diagrams that included ZERO EXPLANATIONS. I tried not to cuss. And I thanked my parents silently in my head, over and over, for raising me on a farm and teaching me that I. Can. Do. Hard. Things. (Even if they take a really long time to do.)

Which in this case, it did. But I did it. As I high-fived my extremely-excited little boy, I asked him if he was surprised that Mommy was able to build his loader for him. He shook his head no and said, “I knew Mommy could do it!” I realized that I had never seen a look quite like the one he gave me just then. It was pure admiration shining in his big blue eyes.

I am awful glad I savored that moment, because the look changed drastically after I explained to the patient 3-year-old that he had to wait 12 MORE HOURS for the battery to charge.

(Yep–that part was rather anticlimactic.)

Tonight, we wait. And we will cope by reading all of our favorite digger books in anticipation. (Thank God for digger books!)

Tomorrow, WE DIG.

Every Town Needs a Library

Illustration, KidLit

Last week, my dad’s hometown of Hobson, Montana celebrated its “100-Year Class Reunion.” Hobson is a bustling town (of just over 200 people!) in central Montana, and it has always had a special place in my heart!

My folks drove up for the festivities, and they made my day when they sent me some very special pictures:

Right there, as they walked in, was my book on display! I was thrilled because I am so honored to have a book with my name on the cover in the library of the tiny town where my grandmother was a schoolteacher!

The librarian of this amazing little library is my dad’s cousin (Kimberly Baumann) and when she contacted me to order a signed copy, I had no idea it would be finding such a wonderful home!

The Hobson Library is both vibrant and cozy at the same time; it is an absolute gem that is cherished by its community.

Hobson is proof that a town can get by without a stop light or a gas station–but every town sure needs a library!

Here are some pictures of this adorable library!

It even has a fireplace!

As Albert Einstein said, “The only thing that you absolutely have to know is the location of the library.”

And in Hobson, it isn’t hard to find!

***Thanks so much Kim, and the Hobson Library, for making room on your shelves for The Spill!

New Adventures — New Focus

Illustration, Motherhood

It has been an exciting year for me and even more exciting for Hank the Tank!

In the last few months, Hank graduated from pacifiers, his crib, and from diapers; he celebrated his 3rd birthday, he went on his first road trip with a hotel stay, and he even learned how to ride a bike! (With “twaining” wheels) 🙂

In that same period of time, my first published book as an illustrator was released, and I celebrated with my very first Book Signing! (I am still pinching myself about that adorable book!)

Needless to say, it has been a very busy spring! I hardly had a second to catch my breath chasing my tornado-toddler around, so I didn’t get much time to write any Tired Mama tales for the blog. What I DID write this spring though, were a few new children’s book manuscripts and I can’t wait to (hopefully) bring those to life soon as well!

As I have discovered is true with motherhood, I am finding the only constant in life is change. I have been so humbled to have you all following along with my (mis!)adventures in motherhood, but my course is shifting somewhat these days. My focus is now on LIVING the moments with Hank, rather than reflecting and writing them while he sleeps. These days are so precious and so action-packed that I just can’t seem to find the time it takes to put them into words anymore!

That said–I also realize this is a great opportunity to simplify my social channels and combine my blog and my illustrator portfolio website into one streamlined site, which I have been working on this week. I’d still love to have you all follow along to keep up to speed on my book projects, author/illustrator news, and my artwork, but I’m afraid the motherhood stories will be fewer and farther in between!

Thanks so much for your support these past few years. I hope you hang around to see where the future takes us!

Cheers to new focus and . . . to a new name for this blog: Erika Wilson Books!

(And as always. . cheers to all of my fellow Tired Mamas!)

To New Adventures and New Books!

My very first BOOK SIGNING!

Illustration

I had a dream come true last month! I had a book signing for my very first illustrated picture book–The Spill! I have to say thanks to Author Jacqueline Leigh for choosing me over all the other illustrators who also test painted for this book. It was an honor to get to be the one to bring Faye to life!

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My signing was at This House of Books, in downtown Billings, which is a cool little Indie bookstore I am a co-op member/owner of. It was a great location to host the signing, as it is also a tea shop, so everyone got to enjoy some of their amazing iced tea blends!

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I had a great turnout and I am so grateful for everyone’s support of this adorable book. I am still pinching myself over the fact that it is officially releasing tomorrow!

I have to say a very special thank you to my parents, who have always fostered my love of art (and bought me endless art supplies while I was in school!) I wouldn’t be illustrating anything today if I hadn’t had them encouraging me every step of the way!

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Instead

Life Lessons from a Two Year-old, Motherhood, Uncategorized

This.

This is a two-year-old trying to help mommy get her work all done so she can play.

I had just explained to him that while he could shoot hoops after his bath, mommy had to finish cleaning up the kitchen and fold some laundry first. From up in the kitchen, I saw him put down his ball, walk over to the ottoman and dig into the laundry pile I had just thrown onto it, to tackle next. As I watched him for a second, I couldn’t even handle the cuteness.

He was trying his darndest to turn one of big brother’s pairs of shorts inside out.

He was trying to help me with my work.

And then my heart really melted. . .

He asked, “INSTEAD of doing work, can mommy play basketball with Hank right now?”

💙💙💙

Yes, Hank.

Yes, she absolutely can.

(And she did.)

Magic

Life Lessons from a Two Year-old, Motherhood, Uncategorized

Three Christmas seasons ago, while I was pregnant with Hank, one of my fellow teachers gave me a Christmas card that I will never forget. Inside it she had written: Your holidays are about to get sooooooooo much better!

I didn’t get it at the time, but boy, I sure get it now. This Christmas has been infinitely more special, already; thanks to the excited little two-and-a-half-year-old who started his Christmas countdown at Halloween. (He made one adorable little “Ho-Ho,” minus the white beard!)

Don’t get me wrong–I have always loved Christmas, but I have never loved its tendency to overwhelm me each year. No matter how prepared I am. There’s such high expectations, and only so many days to get it all done!

Then there’s the whole “meaning.” We debate so much about what Christmas is all about; whether it’s the birth of Jesus or the giving of gifts or the spreading of holiday cheer. The battle of “Presence” vs. Presents. The scramble to do all the things for all the people you love, that you can’t seem to find time/energy/motivation to do throughout the rest of the year. Is this really the only time of year we can take the time to send out a written greeting to our friends or take a family photo? To make a batch of cookies and take some to a friend? Or bring chocolates to your best customers? It’s usually the only time I do any of those things! And then there’s the unavoidable holiday stress; the long list of to-do’s and check-offs and projects and wish-lists. It is so easy to get wrapped up in it all! (Pun intended)  🙂

However. The wise prediction in that dear teacher’s card was spot-on. The Christmas blues tried to get me down this year, but luckily, my little boy’s spirit wouldn’t let them. Not this year! Not with this precious toddler, filled from his blonde ringlets right down to his chubby little toes with anticipation and excited energy. Filled with absolute magic.

Santa hasn’t even gotten here yet, and already this has been my most meaningful Christmas, by far. Now that I have truly seen Christmas through the eyes of my child–through those innocent blue eyes that don’t see to-do lists or piles of unfinished wrapping–I have also seen the magic.

Because ALL he sees is the magic.

After tucking him in last night, I stayed a while in his cozy dark nursery, watching the light from glittery snow flickering on the walls as it spun in the special snow-globe his daddy bought him a few weeks ago. And as I sat there, I saw the Christmas magic. But the magic wasn’t the Santa in the snow globe, or the glittery snow floating around him in the current.

The magic was the curly blond head peeking out of the blanket in the crib just below it, peacefully dreaming about “Ho-Ho.”

(And likely, the “big huge excavator” that he’s hoping Ho-Ho will bring down our chimney soon.)

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(And popsicles. Not a night goes by where this boy doesn’t dream about popsicles.)

Two-year-old Talk

Life Lessons from a Two Year-old, Motherhood, Uncategorized

As a life-long lover of language, one of my very favorite parts of motherhood is watching our little man figure out how to communicate. We have been compiling a list for the last two months or so, of our favorites from his own funny little vocabulary.

I never want to forget these adorable Hank words, because I know he will replace them with the “right” ones before we know it! (If only I could freeze time–I would–right now.)

Hum-mum: Grandma

Pop-pop: Grandpa

BIG Dede: Grandma Dede

BIG Pop-pop: Grandpa Gil

Boo-boosh: brothers

KK: Kaden

Hiyah: Brecken

Cam: Camden

Dig-Dig: Excavator or skid-steer

Beep-Beep: Dump truck

Co-Co: Roscoe (or any dog)

Yesh: yes

No Please: No, thank you

Woop: soup

Hub-bub: sandbox

Bawk-a-Bawk: popsicle

Hullo: yellow

Tep: step

Tiny home: camper

Chee-chos: Cheerios

Num-num: any food, or also any meal

Niiiigh-sch: Nice

Tuck: stuck

BIG bath: lake or pool

Boap: boat

Bee: Bear

Co-Co Bee: a stuffed dog

Wump: jump

Big up: high

HoHo: Santa Claus

And his favorite request, currently:

“Hum-mum’s house, eat, NOW, pwease?!”

***

Hank is our dinner bell–

“Num-num time, boo-boosh!!”

Our entertainment–

“Watch Hank!”

Our compassionate little helper when mommy is sick–

“Is ok, mommy!”

And our reminder that even the littlest ones with the fewest words want to be part of the conversation–

“Talk Hank, too.”

May we never forget to listen to his tiny words; they carry such great meaning!

***

I couldn’t be more blessed with this beautiful child, and each new day with him is a gift. Watching his world get a little bigger every day is my truest joy!

Joy is also a little boy and a big pile of leaves!