April drew this portrait of me the other day and I recognized myself immediately. Very accurate, especially the expression.
I love kid art so much. I have always loved it, even way back when I was 100% sure I did not want children. Her people have transformed lately with great eyelashes, hair, legs and this energy-ball chakra thing that I have no idea about. Whatever it is, I have a big red and black one, maybe a belly button?
Life has thrown me another motherhood curve-ball. The used to be good one is now a pain in the booty of gigantic proportion and the used to be bad one has become angelic and helpful. Curious. I honestly don't have a favorite, but they take turns being easier and the easier one is easier to like. Is this too honest?
Comments