Finding my own theme

Portrait of my sleeping son is finished. This theme is not dictated by what’s trendy right now. It came from my heart.

Painting my son - while he’s asleep and looking so peaceful - helps me connect with the warmth and care that I have for him, but sometimes forget about when I’m upset because of something he did or didn’t do, said or didn’t say, and all the barrage of behaviors I’d rather not see/smell. I feel like I’ve given birth to this mini version of me 14 years ago and it wasn’t until he turned a teenager that I felt the need to call my mom and apologize. Every single day. Sometimes a dozen times a day.

But no one will cheer louder, prep him a yummier bento, have his back, or love him like I do.

(The photo in my previous post is how this portrait started.)