I have been thinking about how messy motherhood is. Not just dirty diapers, cereal on the floor, and the countless clothes to fold. That is just brushing the surface.
It is an art. One of trial and error. One of intentional processes.
It is a canvas that displays experience, experiment, perspective, lines both actual and implied, value, color, and light. It is our story.
It is a beautiful mess. One of great detail, that is continually changing, becoming more refined and purposeful with each stroke.
My life. It is the art of messy