As I touched up the paint in the final room in our house to be repainted, I wistfully recalled painting Birdie's room. His room was
Painting got me to thinking how much it is like motherhood. Being a Mom is like having every layer that you thought you had built up being stripped down until you are a puddle of mush as you gaze into your little one's eyes. Being a Mom is like weathering the smell of paint, sometimes you don't want to do it because you know it's going to be hard, but you know the end result is gonna be good so you dive in. Being a Mom is knowing that as quickly as you can apply a fresh coat of color and your room can change before your eyes, so can your children as they grow and flourish. Being a Mom is like starting with a color, deciding you don't like it, then choosing a new one, because you are allowed to make mistakes. Being a Mom is like matching your brushstrokes around the walls of the room- meeting up with yourself on the wall where you started and now end, because that feeling of completeness is the same one you get from your children. Being a Mom is like sitting in the shower scrubbing paint off yourself and knowing that it was so worth it to get yourself dirty.
Having recently celebrated a birthday, a friend asked me if I learned anything new, anything I was 'wiser' about. "Yeah", I said. "I never underestimate the power of anything anymore."
And yes, that can include the drying of paint.