Somewhere between the hours spent feeding her and putting her down (she took so long to get to sleep when younger! Hours, sometimes) I learned to draw. First, just as bare-bones doodles, then slowly seeking out tutorials on youtube and skillshare.
I’m still no great shakes as an illustrator- and it’s ok and valid to have a hobby that’s for me and for enjoyment and relaxation, and not for money or validation.
But Nothing I will ever draw will ever have the emotional impact on me that this captured moment does. How all the emotional exhaustion from dealing with a challenging day – the tantrums, the fevers, the refusal to eat – disappears when I embrace her.
How once again, my heart is full.