I am a mother artist. Two large pieces of me. Holding both of these together is a delicate balance. Both roles evolve.
When children are small you carry them. As they grow you don’t pick them up, but you hold hands and sometimes your breath.
When they are little you learn about them. As they age they learn about you. There are parts of me unknown to my children. When a new facet comes to light they are surprised.
The constant in mothering is the role of guide.
