This Mother’s Day my head is filled with remembering being pregnant.
I made the “waiting for you” piece when I was waiting to find out if I was pregnant when we were trying to have our son. The words are hand stitched on paper which I then sewed to silk , then the larger fabric piece, and finally attached to the canvas. The nest and egg is a gel medium transfer of a photograph I took. I made a lot of art of a more personal nature when trying to get pregnant and then when pregnant, and it always felt like the pieces I created were visual prayers or blessings to have a healthy baby. I guess being an artist meant I found it helpful to express my worries and hopes tangibly. Now I find myself praying even more for this little fellow who means absolutely everything to me– praying he has a happy and healthy life, praying for his safety, praying he grows to be a just and compassionate person, praying for myself for guidance and to be a good mom, the list goes on. It is amazing how one little human being can fill a person with such complete love and fear at the same time.
I made the little drawing on canvas toward the end of my pregnancy when I was both eager and nervous for my little one to arrive. I found the process and the finished piece very calming. (The other photo is one of me and my sister with my dad at the Fair when I was little. You can’t really see my sister very well since she is behind me. My mom is behind the camera taking the picture. I have always loved this picture and have it in my studio next to my work table.)
These are two other photographs I took that are mother/baby related of little things in my studio. The baby birds are many years old and I found them at a church sale a few years ago. The little nest & eggs I made out of clay.
I just found this quote about parenthood and want to share it with you because I think it has a simply beautiful reminder in it:
It’s not only children who grow. Parents do too. As much as we watch to see what our children do with their lives, they are watching us to see what we do with ours. I can’t tell my children to reach for the sun. All I can do is reach for it, myself. ~Joyce Maynard