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  • If Someone Painted A Picture of Me

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    If someone painted a picture of me, I would want it to look like this.

    I could've never imagined how much being a mother would change me.

    How much it would strip me raw and make me feel so deeply.

    How quickly and pointedly it would expose my selfishness and start an ongoing battle of me vs. mother. I don't want to breastfeed, it's inconvenient to me. But the mother inside of me rises to the occasion and does it anyway. I'm so tired, I wish someone else could do this. And yet, the choice to lay myself down and pour myself out, day after day. It's so very hard at first. At least it was for me. There were days where I felt so out of sorts. Am I only a mother now? Sometimes I thought I had lost me. But now I see that's all part of the process; the mother inside me being born. It's a true birth in the sense that you start with no experience. You've never done any of this before and you grow and you learn and you love. Oh, do you love. 

    And then it gets easier. Someway, somehow. In the painful process of the striping away of self, you heal into motherhood. And you realize you've just become a new version of yourself. Perhaps more beautiful than you coul've ever imagined. 

    So when I saw this Mother Embrace art on Minted, it just took my breath away. It felt like a portrait. Did someone paint this of me? I was quickly transported back to those early days of motherhood. I could feel the soft breath on my chest and the chubby hands on my face. I could sense that ache in my arms to hold my baby. I remembered the feeling of knowing that I am home to another person. I'm the embodiment of safety and security and nourishment and love. 

    My goodness, what a privilege. 

    And the hard parts become blurry. So strangely. Because I remember how big and strong those emotions felt. How FOREVER the hard days seemed. The long, sleepless nights. The fussy, teething days.

    And my redemption came with having my second son. I felt made for it. I'd grown into motherhood and felt confident in the new verison of myself. I actually loved her. I felt like people made it seem like motherhood was supposed to come so naturally and some parts of it do, for sure. But it was a fight against the natural for me. My natural bent to do whatever I wanted whenver I wanted.

    But man, what a worthwhile fight.

    So, I imagine this will be an heirloom piece someday. Something my sons get one day and fondly question, 

    "Was this mom holding you or me?"


    No matter where you are on your motherhood journey, I hope you can see yourself in this painting. 

    I still haven't decided if I want it in my room or downstairs where everyone can see it.

    I mean, the power of art is so strong, isn't it? 

    A small piece like this can transport me back to a specific place in time.

    Looking at this Mornings Away art, I'm standing in Lynchburg, Virgina in the summertime looking at the skyline and singing "clouds that look like mountains in the sky are next to mountains anyway" John Mayer style.

     Maybe you've never experienced how art can make you feel something.

    I dare you to try to scroll through Minted's art collection and try not to feel something. 

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