Getting back in the swing of things

Living the day-to-day life of a new mom has not been easy these past 6 1/2 months. Diapers, breastfeedings and an endless supply of dirty laundry and crying had completely taken the place of my drawing pad and charcoals. I had wanted my son for as long as I can remember, and I love him more than I ever thought possible. Yet, I hadn’t thought that my first love, my artistic expression, would suffer as much as it has. It’s hard to explain to someone who has never felt this way, and it’s impossible to explain to other parents who don’t. They think I don’t love my son. I DO love him. I would die for him in a heartbeat and I love him enough to dedicate the next 5 years of my life to loving, nurturing and preparing him for kindergarten and the wider world instead of sending him to daycare so that I can work exclusively on my career. I have made a sacrifice that few people understand. But, at least he is old enough now that he will occupy himself long enough to get a little bit of drawing done. It’s not as much as I’d like to, but it’s enough to keep me from going crazy….I hope you appreciate this, kid!

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  • Tony Elliott