8 years ago today, my life changed forever and all for the better. My daughter was born and I transformed from Jennifer to “Mom.”
If it had not been for her birth, I am not sure I would have ever decided to quit my corporate job and become an artist.
For all the times, over the past 8 years, I got frustrated for my lack of “me” time and painting time because of her needs (and later her brothers), she was actually teaching me an even more valuable lesson that I now apply to my art – GRIT.
Too tired to get up and feed a baby? As a mom, you do it anyway.
Don’t have the stamina to run to the grocery store one more time? You muster up the energy and do it anyway.
Might pull out your hair if you do one more load of laundry? Too bad! The formula stains don’t clean themselves, do it anyway.
Covered in vomit? Ha! Change your clothes and keep going through your day anyway.
Have the flu? Too bad, there are no sick days for moms.
Prior to my daughters birth, I painted when the mood stuck and inspiration was lit, as I had all the time in the world. It seems counterintuitive to create, despite not being in a creative mood, right? What if you ruin your masterpiece because you are not in the correct headspace to paint?
Today, I have learned to paint anyway, because I don’t have all the time in the world. And 9 times out of 10, I muster up the stamina and make great process. Consistent practice really does make a difference. I grit through no inspiration, not feeling well, or other life items, and know that I have short windows where I can work and paint.
Of course my daughter has taught me so many more invaluable lessons, besides grit. Unconditional love, compassion, nurturing, etc. all have expanded my heart over the past amazing 8 years. For all the stressful moments where I question juggling of my art career and my life as a mom, it was all made right when my daughter turned to me a month ago and said, “I love that my mom is an artist. It is so fun.”
Happy Birthday, Sweetheart!