jen groeber: mama art

4 kids in 3 years: reflections on motherhood, art and life.

Doctor, Lawyer, Indian Chief

I was standing at my usual station by the kitchen sink and Cabot ran by, reeking of lavender… Lavender Soft Soap, that is. I don’t know what her obsession with soap is, but I felt compelled to yell after her bobbing blonde pigtail and cloud of scented soap, “YOU’D BETTER GROW UP TO BE BOBBI BROWN FOR ALL THE SOAP YOU’VE USED UP!!”


Hand-washing… again.
February 2014

Last week there was a Connecticut father interviewed because his son was going to be the youngest person competing in his category for the U.S Olympic Team. And his popular Connecticut sport? The luge. Because luging is all the rage in Connecticut? Not last time I checked. Because this father had built a mini-luge in his backyard out of plywood (and fueled by OCD and cheap beer, if you ask me) when his son was six and expressed an interest in the sport. Can you imagine? And it worked! The kid is AN OLYMPIAN!!

So, I had to go to the source for this one. I called my mom to ask her what she’d dreamed for us when we were kids.

“What I dreamt for you? As kids to be as adults? I think I was just trying to get you to survive. I don’t remember any of that. Why are you asking me this, Jennie?”

You know, Mom. I wanted to feature you in my blog again…

“You know, Mom. I think about it for my kids which made me wonder what you thought about for us.”

“Well, okay. Hmm, well, I guess I just wanted you to be healthy and happy. And I wanted you to be friendly to people. When new kids moved into the neighborhood, I always wanted you to be friendly with them, not too gushy, but friendly. You were so lucky because we never moved around, but I always thought moving around would be so hard. Or when someone’s mother or father died, I wanted you to be kind to them…” And then she went into a theatrical monologue about everyone we knew who’d had a death in the family throughout my childhood.

This actually was surprising, and surprisingly moving. I’m not sure what I thought my mother would say, but I would never have thought being kind to others would have come out as number one. I’d been trained in all the names of all the schools in the Ivy League by about middle school, and this from a mother who hadn’t attended college. None of my siblings or I were shoo-ins to be a pediatrician or actuary, Columbia Law School or Yale University graduates. None of us. And in my memory, it was my mother who pushed, pushed, pushed us forward in the achievement race.

I thought she had a vision. A doctor, lawyer, Indian chief (as the nursery rhyme goes.) But maybe she didn’t.

I clearly remember (or at least I think I do) telling my father when I was five that I wanted to be an artist. I showed him a drawing, probably with some pretty believable details. Even as a kid, I always had my picture chosen for the cover of the class cookbook, the concert program, the smoking cessation poster. My specialty was cute people with yellow hair and a pack of Marlboros. Do you want to know what his reply was? “You’ll starve.”

I couldn’t make this up. Mica is sitting behind me as I type. And what did he say to his sister just this very moment?

“You know what Dad said to me last night when I showed him this sculpt-cha? He said ‘Look! You turned gah-bage into gah-bage!’”


Mica yet again turning garbage into garbage. Voila’!
February 2014

Which is true. My husband did say that because my son did turn garbage into garbage, albeit Frank Gehry, Andrew Goldsworthy inspired garbage. And when I asked Mica how that made him feel, he said, “Ba-a-a-a-d,” like a lost little sheep.

The funny thing is, Mica is named after AN ART SCHOOL (Maryland Institute College of Art.) We have major pieces of kid furniture dedicated to making art. We have an art budget. I run a sweatshop for multi-media valentines, Rainbow Loom bracelets, and loom pot-holders. My kids are each on about their fifth sketchbook (bought mostly by my husband, the artist, by the way.) Seriously.


Valentine sweatshop. And no you can’t stop to use the potty.
February 2014

When our children present a skill, aptitude, interest, dare I say, talent, what do we do?

For now, I pick and choose. You think you’d be good at ice hockey? Can’t do it. Mama’s feet get cold. You want to get a sewing machine? Here you go, Tim Gunn. Make it work. You’d like to play soccer Pele´? And the fourth kid in a family plays town soccer for free? Are you kidding?! We’ll ALL play spring and fall. You’d like to be a figure skater? Did you hear me answer your twin sister about the ice hockey? That would be a no.

Honestly, I worry sometimes that I might be holding them back, keeping them from Olympic gold. I sort of worry about it every day; I’m not building a luge run in my backyard, you know? But another part of me has to believe that if we give the love, help build the character, model the passion, remind them to be kind every day, then they will end up right where they should, standing on the podium… or living in a fry-oil powered RV, building eco-friendly, up-cycled furniture out of garbage. Which is fine by us.


Mica sewing on his new sewing machine.
Make it work!
January 2014


Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,

Or what about a cowboy, policeman, jailer, engine driver, or a pirate chief?

Or what about a ploughman or a keeper at the zoo,

Or what about a circus man who lets the people through?

Or the man who takes the pennies on the roundabouts and swings,

Or the man who plays the organ or the other man who sings?

Or what about the rabbit man with rabbits in his pockets

And what about a rocket man who’s always making rockets?

Oh it’s such a lot of things there are and such a lot to be

That there’s always lots of cherries on my little cherry tree

~ “Cherry Stones” from Now We Are Six, by A.A. Milne (1927)

13 comments on “Doctor, Lawyer, Indian Chief

  1. Judi
    February 11, 2014

    And, indeed, you have become an amazing artist….I see the four masterpieces you have created. It’s wonderful that you are blogging all of these moments because, like your mother (and me) you will forget much of this day to day minutiae. Your children will surprise you with obscure anecdotes from their childhood that you may have thought were insignificant but that left an indelible imprint on their experience. Both my brother and sister-in-law were art teachers like me but only one of our combined four children is a practicing artist. What we DID raise are four thinkers, all with a wicked sense of humor. I suspect your four will turn out that way, too. I believe the love, character, passion and joy you are giving them far outweighs the premature career counseling or “luge-building” that some parents find important .

    • jgroeber
      February 20, 2014

      Now see? YOU should be writing a blog! What a lovely comment.
      I’m realizing that I really do write this to share with them one day and to remember these fleeting moments. And while I do devote most of my artistic energy to them, I also keep making the non-human art as well because I always want them to see that anything is possible- even being a Mom AND an artist.

  2. kellyinrepeat
    February 11, 2014

    Love. Ha ha, “Momma’s feet get cold.” Pretty sure that’s why none of mine played football.

    • jgroeber
      February 20, 2014

      Right?! I’ve already established that two sports I find too painfully slow to ever watch are baseball and freshman basketball. Too. Painful. They’re just not an option! Ha!

  3. Janice
    February 13, 2014

    Funny thing, when Ryan was in utero, I so had a picture of what he was going to be. I quickly learned, that he was going to be what he was going to be. Sure, I have some input, but you can’t make someone like something. So, I have since taken the view that in the end kindness is all that matters. If I can successfully raise 3 kind individuals, then all is good in my world. Some days, I think I am succeeding in my endeavor, and some days I know that I am not. Mama Groeber got in right in my book!

    • jgroeber
      February 20, 2014

      Love it! You mean I can’t have a bango-playing, field hockey goalie, a-capella-singing architect?! WHAT AM I DOING THIS ALL FOR?!
      (And I think you’re totally right. Kindness and perseverance is enough.)

  4. talesfromthemotherland
    February 21, 2014

    i don’t remember my mother expressing any preference or idea about what I should be. I’m not sure what or if she thought about it, frankly. We have tried to be careful about what we tell our own children, but as they get older, inevitably they heard something we don’t remember saying… sometimes good, and sometimes not.

    • jgroeber
      February 22, 2014

      I’ve totally learned that from reading your blog. You write about the way they change and grow and see the world so beautifully and with such insight. I love the age my kids are, as exhausting as it is. The possibilities are still infinite and the judgement is pretty non-existent! But I’ll enjoy seeing them as full-blown adult individuals, too.

      • talesfromthemotherland
        February 22, 2014

        Those few years when they are our little people, is so precious and meaningful, and is gone in a blip. So often, as cliché would have it, we realize how sacred it is, only after it has passed. It’s so wonderful that you recognize it while you’re in it. I think you are so insightful; I can’t wait to see what you write, down the road.

        • jgroeber
          February 24, 2014

          I loved your latest post, Dawn. Our blogs seem to be the beginnings and endings of a chapter of motherhood. I love seeing what you write and being reminded just how transient this time is. Thank you for the reminder. I’m so glad I found you!

          • talesfromthemotherland
            February 24, 2014

            Thanks Jen. Sometimes I feel like I talk about this too much… but I seem to be in a phase of my life when my kid’s growth, our change as a family, and the changes in my role as a mother, are front and center. Depending on the day, or where I am, or what’s happening with my kids… I am stewing about the same things.

            You, on the other hand, are right in the yummy, crazy-ass center of it all! That does seem to make us book ends. 😉

  5. Margie S
    February 21, 2014

    While parenting seems to have changed, there seems to be one common thread no matter the generation – we all just want our kids to be the best person they can be. Personally, we are so far past the early luge stage, I guess we will just have to stick with be kind and work hard in school.

    • jgroeber
      February 21, 2014

      Be kind and persevere are the things my husband asks my children to do every day at school. It pretty much covers it, right?
      But it’s nice to dream of the luge. Or a banjo-player…
      Thanks for stopping by!

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