Last summer, in the midst of my own Art renaissance, I learned that I was just beginning my greatest creation...life.
I was pregnant!
Not that I hadn't been before. I had. Twice, but both resulted, most painfully, in miscarriage. The last, I thought had done me in. God it seems, in His vast wisdom, said I was not.
My mind shifted automatically from paint, draw, photograph as much as possible to...REST. DOCTOR. EAT HEALTHY. Everything else, even my deep longing to create with a paint brush, oils, or pencils just faded from my mind, as it concentrated (as well as my body) on what I was now creating inside it. My son.
My 43 year old, disabled body, and clinically depressed mind had all they could handle!! I developed gestational diabetes, as well as pre-ecampsia, which wound up leading the Doctors to take him early, by Cesarian Section. Never mind that I had been telling them that I was "done being pregnant. My son was ready to come into the world now" I was right anyways...he was big, beautiful, and perfect. Thank God he is also perfectly healthy. I could almost not believe it. Believe what this older, flawed mind and body had done. But, yet they created the most beautifully astounding work of Art that I will ever do. No matter how long I live, my son will be what sets me apart. He is my "Mona Lisa"