I wake up in the morning and hurriedly throw on clothes all while being pulled by my two girls to the kitchen, “hungry mama! Hungry!” I whip together something to appease them and I head back to finish getting dressed. Hair mostly in a mom bun, the bare minimum makeup (my go to eye shadow color is whatever is left on my brush from the day before), and lastly I put on my locket.⠀ ⠀ It’s weight is light but the reminder it brings is heavy. I go to start a load of laundry and as I reach to throw the pile of dirty clothes in it pings against my washer. That little ping of metal against metal, a simple reminder of who I’m washing clothes for.
Motherhood is hard, motherhood + running an art business when your oldest kid is under the age of five is well... next level. ⠀
I wake up in the morning and hurriedly throw on clothes all while being pulled by my two girls to the kitchen, “hungry mama! Hungry!” I whip together something to appease them and I head back to finish getting dressed. Hair mostly in a mom bun, the bare minimum makeup (my go to eye shadow color is whatever is left on my brush from the day before), and lastly I put on my locket.⠀
