Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down...
A little over five months ago, I became Mom.
It's a terrifying word. It's a word loaded with responsibilities, worries and sacrifices. The first couple of weeks (months?) owning that word was tricky. The responsibilities felt burdensome, the worries felt exhausting and the sacrifices felt innumerable.
I needed time to mourn the loss of who I was. I wondered how I would ever find time to work on my art again. And in dramatic form, I became convinced I would have to lose Me in order to become Mom.
Five months in, I look at the little lady before me who is growing much too fast and too darn cute.
Her toothless grin makes me weak in the knees. One sniff of her head sends me over the moon. My heart goes pitter patter every time her chubby fingers reach for my face. I grow impatient waiting to greet her morning smiles and I long for her when she's asleep.
I'm in love.
And surprisingly, mostly to myself, I am growing ok with maybe letting my work move to the backseat for a little while. I'm still constantly sneaking minutes/hours in the day to sketch, paint, package, plan and scheme. I will probably always struggle with finding a work/life/family/friends/cats/etc balance. But I am beginning to fully embrace my new role as a work at home artist mom.
Or as I like to call it...a WHAM.
So, here I am...WHAMing it.