Sometimes I get super wistful.
‘Oh the life of a single artist!’
If I could only travel and study abroad ... Or perhaps, spend the summer on an art internship. Maybe, bike around the island of Shikoku, Japan, and paint my journey in a series! Wonderful dreams ...
As a mom of two, even the most basic creative idea like, ‘Today, I will set up my easel at the park and spend five plus hours painting some gorgeous woodland scene.’
Yeah, right. Seriously, impractical for me. I'm good to get even two hours of painting at this point.
How does the artist-mom of two young ‘n’s in Lexington, Kentucky get anything 'artistic' accomplished? Well, it's like mountain climbing. Pure. Artistic. Determination. With a smidgen of strategy. (Plus a few giant mugs of green tea to keep my eyes open.)
There are days I drag my body out of bed at 0530, paint until my littlest one wails of hunger (which is usually around 0700). After that, nap time is the golden hour. Then the weekends, of course, offer more opportunity. I am very thankful for a wonderful, supportive husband and other family members who often volunteer their time to help me with the kids, so I can paint.
I realize though, my children are, and will always be, my greatest artistic accomplishment. I treasure every breath they take; the footprints they leave in the sand of my heart; their sweet smiles and unconditional love of me ... their weird momma. Who else will take care of me when I am old? My children of course. And just wait until I take a crayon to their walls!
So, for now, this is my season. Adulthood. Parenting. Art. I make it work.