I stared at the paintings on the wall. Perfectly mounted within a few feet of each other and reflecting such passion, skill and emotion, they simply cannot be missed. Both beam with bright colors reminding me of a once-lived summer day and a lovely fall afternoon all at once. The first resembles a geometric masterpiece: squares, circles, rectangles, triangles and even a trapeze joined together in perfect harmony and representing an image of innocence and joy. Parallel to it, the second piece subtly combines shades of red, blue, yellow and green. From one angle, the colors appear to be caught in a whirlwind, but unafraid to leave an imprint. Once I draw nearer, it changes to a circus where a handsome and talented acrobat is receiving acclaims following a remarkable performance.
I smile at the beauty of what I am witnessing and my heart whispers, “You are Blessed!” for I’m not standing in a museum, but in my living room. What I described to you are paintings by my children, Ty and T., neither of whom received professional training. Neither of whose paintings hang on a museum. These are the works of children whose names do not make the news and whose pieces are not auctioned. But here, they have enormous value. Here, they occupy the best wall space and are displayed for our world to see. This home is their museum! Here, the ice cream truck and baby imprint I described will always find themselves worthy. Just like the paintings, this home is the place of belonging for countless of toys, books, crafts, games and countless knick knacks because they belong to our two little boys, our blessings. Here is where Ty and T. find purpose and in their belonging, acceptance, love and joy, I fulfill my calling to be their mother. And therein lies my joy!
How do you find joy in motherhood?
Happy Mother’s Day!