Often my daughter asks why she doesn't appear in my artwork. She perpetually asks, "Which one am I?" If only she knew how much she has inspired me. No, she doesn't always appear as a figure, but her amazing (and sometimes ornery) spirit have carried me this far.
Mothering...a painful and beautiful honor. Chloe no longer needs me to tuck her in. A twinge of pain looms in my heart, but I am okay. I will let go.