We Love to Twirl
This painting is definitely dedicated to the relationship I have with my baby girl. I always knew I wanted to be a mother and I have always loved kids growing up, but I do feel like a lot of people (with good intentions) scared me about how hard it would be. And yes, they were right, it IS very hard. The only thing I heard was how hard it was, and I didn't pay attention when people would say it is hard but is worth it. The only thing I can relate it to is staying up late to finish a painting, or a really good book and it is worth fighting back the exhaustion to finish the painting, or get to the next chapter. Or when you are dating that perfect someone and you stay up all night talking with them even though you have work in the morning, or when you go study abroad and you are jet lagged and hungry but you have to sprint through the louvre to see the Mona Lisa before the museum closes because you've been waiting your whole life to see it and you couldn't be more exhausted and excited at the same time.
I will not say that motherhood is like this every day. Some days you truly need a break, and the early days have a little postpartum anxiety that sprinkle their way in every now and again. What I am saying is that I was surprised at how thrilling, exciting, beautiful, and amazing, just being around your child is. Even though you are falling asleep on the couch, as you watch them play next you, you keep peeking your eyes open at them because they are so stinking cute with a mixture of constant worry for them.
"We love to twirl" is that joy that is with picking up and just holding your own child. Even when I plop her in the shopping cart, I can't help but give her a big smooch on the head knowing she is my little buddy. “We love to twirl” and not “She loves to twirl” because when I am with her we are both having so much fun together.
“We Love to Twirl”
8”x10”
Oil on canvas with gold leaf
Framed in gilded gold frame
This painting is definitely dedicated to the relationship I have with my baby girl. I always knew I wanted to be a mother and I have always loved kids growing up, but I do feel like a lot of people (with good intentions) scared me about how hard it would be. And yes, they were right, it IS very hard. The only thing I heard was how hard it was, and I didn't pay attention when people would say it is hard but is worth it. The only thing I can relate it to is staying up late to finish a painting, or a really good book and it is worth fighting back the exhaustion to finish the painting, or get to the next chapter. Or when you are dating that perfect someone and you stay up all night talking with them even though you have work in the morning, or when you go study abroad and you are jet lagged and hungry but you have to sprint through the louvre to see the Mona Lisa before the museum closes because you've been waiting your whole life to see it and you couldn't be more exhausted and excited at the same time.
I will not say that motherhood is like this every day. Some days you truly need a break, and the early days have a little postpartum anxiety that sprinkle their way in every now and again. What I am saying is that I was surprised at how thrilling, exciting, beautiful, and amazing, just being around your child is. Even though you are falling asleep on the couch, as you watch them play next you, you keep peeking your eyes open at them because they are so stinking cute with a mixture of constant worry for them.
"We love to twirl" is that joy that is with picking up and just holding your own child. Even when I plop her in the shopping cart, I can't help but give her a big smooch on the head knowing she is my little buddy. “We love to twirl” and not “She loves to twirl” because when I am with her we are both having so much fun together.
“We Love to Twirl”
8”x10”
Oil on canvas with gold leaf
Framed in gilded gold frame
This painting is definitely dedicated to the relationship I have with my baby girl. I always knew I wanted to be a mother and I have always loved kids growing up, but I do feel like a lot of people (with good intentions) scared me about how hard it would be. And yes, they were right, it IS very hard. The only thing I heard was how hard it was, and I didn't pay attention when people would say it is hard but is worth it. The only thing I can relate it to is staying up late to finish a painting, or a really good book and it is worth fighting back the exhaustion to finish the painting, or get to the next chapter. Or when you are dating that perfect someone and you stay up all night talking with them even though you have work in the morning, or when you go study abroad and you are jet lagged and hungry but you have to sprint through the louvre to see the Mona Lisa before the museum closes because you've been waiting your whole life to see it and you couldn't be more exhausted and excited at the same time.
I will not say that motherhood is like this every day. Some days you truly need a break, and the early days have a little postpartum anxiety that sprinkle their way in every now and again. What I am saying is that I was surprised at how thrilling, exciting, beautiful, and amazing, just being around your child is. Even though you are falling asleep on the couch, as you watch them play next you, you keep peeking your eyes open at them because they are so stinking cute with a mixture of constant worry for them.
"We love to twirl" is that joy that is with picking up and just holding your own child. Even when I plop her in the shopping cart, I can't help but give her a big smooch on the head knowing she is my little buddy. “We love to twirl” and not “She loves to twirl” because when I am with her we are both having so much fun together.
“We Love to Twirl”
8”x10”
Oil on canvas with gold leaf
Framed in gilded gold frame