12X16 original pastel on Pastelmat paper, $325, framed, plus shipping
Some of my best friends have been other “mom friends”. If our kids are friends, then we are friends. We look out for their kids and they look out for ours. We stick together. We scour museums and zoos together. We give each other baby showers. If we are pregnant together, we are friends for life. Now that I do not pack totes containing medical supplies, juice boxes, crackers, extra little clothes for emergencies, I am not really sad. I have moved on. Instead, I carry a sketch pad, camera, charcoal and kneaded erasers. In fact, the other day my daughter told me that she can always tell that I am an artist because if she borrows a jacket, she will find a graphite stick in one of the pockets. Since I now have older children, I still observe those who are in that exhausting but satisfying stage of motherhood. It brings back memories of juggling bags and little reaching hands. It also reconstructs memories of my “mom friends” who were along side of me.