My Child: My Masterpiece
“My child is my masterpiece.” You may hear this phrase, or something similar, in a mother’s group, in a hospital waiting room, or in a neighborhood association. However mothers choose to say it, the underlying meaning is clear.
Whether you are gifted with artistic talent or not, there is no greater work of art than the creation of life itself.
The masterpiece takes 9 months to create, a lifetime to develop. Voila! Each couple’s masterpiece.
My child, a work of art
Think about it: a mother begins to have contact with her baby already in the womb. She feels how this creature, still dependent on her body, shapes itself and gets its own life.
And she knows that her little one, who was once a part of her, understands her better than anyone else.
Your child feels your pain, just as it once felt your heart beat inside you.
It feels your strengths, because it heard your sighs of fatigue and the deep breaths that followed them spurred you forward. It felt like you were fighting for something that once seemed impossible.
Children come into the world equipped with and protected by this knowledge. Defenseless as they may seem, their tiny, lovable bodies hold the key to life itself.
My child, my masterpiece, has the power to move me.
My child has the strength, the power, the supernatural gift to transport me to the past while I am present here and now, thinking of the future.
Infants inspire tenderness and innocence in us. Their ability to infuse peace into our busy and hectic lives is more powerful than the impressions of a work of art. Their little jokes and expressions are more fascinating than Mona Lisa’s smile.
My child surpasses all other works of art
The smell of my child’s skin, the mischievous toys and all that it expresses with its gaze: it’s more powerful than any other work of art.
Seeing a child grow up is as wonderful and fascinating as any Frida Kahlo fantasy.
Seeing the child face a conflict and feeling hopeless or frustrated is more troublesome than Van Gogh or Munch. With their different sides and behaviors, public and at home, my children are more multidimensional than a cubist portrait of Picasso.
The arrival of a child can shift your notions of the sublime and the powerful. There is no museum that is capable of containing something so magical. No work of art can be compared to the truth itself. This is a work that expresses so much, but inspires even more.
The attraction of childhood is impossible to resist. My child is my masterpiece – something I can contemplate in silence. I am a typical mother, fascinated by the creature that has become my master.
Immerse yourself in the masterpiece. Let go. A kiss, a little cuddle or a simple “I love you, mom” is enough to make you melt.
After all, your child is a fruit of love, the incarnation of your shared dreams.
Stop and appreciate your young children. Note the details, take in everything. Feel honored and blessed by all their abilities and accept their shortcomings.
Enjoy their beauty and marvel at their natural grace. Discover how your little one is the true meaning of boundless love.
