I am desperately trying
to embrace every moment left
before our new baby arrives
changing everything.
“This is going to be a fun summer!” I declare.
But there are still days when I find myself
becoming easily irritated -
snapping at the smallest thing,
struggling to stay present.
Today is one of those days.
I break out the paints in an effort to lighten the mood.
She’s enjoying herself, exploring and creating
when suddenly I hear myself utter phrases like
“Don’t paint the table!”
and
“If you don’t stop, I’m putting the paints away!”
I want to be here in this moment with her
but my mind is weighed down
by the most recent negative criticisms of my work,
and the fact that we’ve been so busy.
I’ve barely had a conversation
longer than 5 minutes with my husband all week.
Not to mention these pregnancy hormones -
the aching hips,
lack of sleep.
I try to shake it off
and keep painting with her.
Does she see the burdens that are behind my smile?
“Mommy?” she says,
“I’m having so much fun painting with you.”
I glance down at her masterpiece -
A ceramic unicorn that somehow
turned a putrid shade of yellow.
Yet
she adores it
and
asked to add more glitter
(aka every parent’s nightmare).
She inspires me to let go of the burdens -
to embrace my art
explore what I consider beautiful
even if it doesn’t match
someone else’s definition of the word.
Like my daughter,
I won’t apologize on behalf of my creations.
Taking a deep breath
I grab a paintbrush,
then dip it in the putrid yellow.
Together we
forget the haters
and create with reckless abandon.
I’ve been enjoying rediscovering my love of film! Here are some recent polaroid shots from the summer- strawberry picking, swimming, and of course, painting!
This post is part of a blog hop with Exhale—an online community of women pursuing creativity alongside motherhood, led by the writing team behind Coffee + Crumbs. Click here to view the next post in the series "Fun Mom Summer".
This is beautiful and relatable! I had my third baby 9 months ago but I can still vividly remember those hormones, the hip pain, the feeling-bad-for-being-too-easily-frustrated-by-my-child... <3
I feel all of this and can’t get my own frustrations out of my head sometimes!