I started this blog with so many ideas in mind to write about: life, happiness, relationships, friendships…the list could go on. I accomplished mostly all of the topics I wanted to cover so now I am starting to wonder what else to write about. Guess you could say I’m going through a writer’s blo(g)ck. Heh–See what I did there?
Well, the good thing is that my mother suggested a new topic.
My mother and I are very close. We spend a lot of time together. It’s just me and mom. Living in a two bedroom apartment and somehow making ends meet through tough economic times.
She knows I started this blog and to be honest, I’ve read to her every single one of my blog posts. Sometimes, I read to her your responses just to prove to her that there are other people out there, just like me going through some of the same stuff I am.
Today I asked her what I should write about:
“Mama, what should I write about?”
she instantly replied “Write about me painting”
“Ok”, I said willingly… while also trying to ideate how I’m going to structure this written dedication about her on my blog.
She didn’t think I’d actually write about her. Let alone sneak a candid photograph of her painting. She just answered my question without hesitating, without much thought.
I want to acknowledge the growth and the development of my mother’s current outlook on life.
A few years ago, her whole world crashed. She divorced my father, and to this day, she doesn’t see her other two children nearly as much as she wishes to. She really only has me.
While dealing with these complications, she let go of herself. She wasn’t taking care of herself nor was she looking at the bright side of things. She was depressed and stuck in a world of loneliness and hopelessness.
Over the last year, things started to look up. She started to find amusement by taking on new hobbies such as painting, coloring, knitting, and walking. This is very humbling to me because in the past, she had never conceived the idea that she could neatly paint a portrait. She always dismissed activities that required skill or effort. But now she is more open to new things.
I am so proud of my mother, for pushing through the hard times and living life in a new and positive way.
I am with her every step of the way, and I am eager to know what else my mother is capable of.
I remember my dad told me once: our parents know so much about us, but we know so little about them.
Love ya, mama ♥