The most magical day of my life was the day I became a Mother!
Having my baby boy was such a life-altering experience; I had never ever imagined I would have such and so much unconditional love to give. I was always looking for the purpose in my life and when I had my child I found it. I am sure all the mothers on the Earth resonate with this thought of mine. Motherhood is amazing indeed. Some days it gets really hard. And then it is gets incredible. And then it is everything in between, like a rollercoaster ride of your life. Like it does to all the Mothers, early Motherhood days engrossed and engaged me completely. Everything around me had ceased to exist except the needs of my child and time around him. Even my passion for painting took a back seat during this phase, for I was gifted with the biggest miracle of my life. For many years the acrylic paint tubes and bottles, the brushes, the thinners, and cleaners all disappeared from our home. I could live with that situation too, as a precaution to prevent the toddler from putting them in the mouth or getting harmed. After all, the safety of my baby came first and foremost. I remember bringing my baby the most colorful toys, showing him the brightest of pictures and playing with him with the most vibrant ribbons and dhupattas. A major approach of communicating with my baby was always through colors. His eyes used to light up in wonderment, as he began to feel the energies of the colors I flaunted before him, playfully. Such moments began to needle an urge in my heart, a sentiment I felt the earnest need to capture. I wanted to freeze this period of my life forever in a manner that would enable me to re-live it again and again in the future…There are so many reasons why I love being a Mother. I simply adore the look in my little boy’s eyes when he discovers something new, or when he lets his head fall back in innocent laughter or when he is sound asleep. I love seeing little pieces of myself in him, and consider the privilege of shaping his tender mind, my biggest honour and greatest blessing. My propensity wanted to capture all this in one painting, but how was I going to be able to encapsulate all this overwhelming feeling of motherhood in one single painting? Then one day as my toddler started to mumble words. One of his first few words were the names of colors- bu, led, ello, backk….it was like he was coaxing me to demonstrate the splashes of life, to him. Driven by my little boy’s shove, the painting of Motherhood happened.
A mother defined by the way she holds her child close to her heart, protectively, securely, possessively, appeared on my canvas. Dressed simply, this Mother wears no jewellery that may scratch her baby. She merely wears a simple string of beads that connects her to her baby wearing the same. Her garb is soft, simple. Her grip is firm, supportive and makes her baby feel safe. She holds her baby close enough for him to feel her heartbeat. Her eyes are closed indicating her deepest love and connection of their souls. The Mother and her baby are in a world of their own and nothing else matters. It also conveys that Motherhood goes beyond materialistic things, transcends skin color, race, religion or gender of the baby. I managed to express the indescribable feeling of pure love that only exists between a mother and her child, through my artistry. The composition of this painting did not need time to come around; it was spontaneous, as if my heart was guiding my hand to sketch and paint. I love being a Mother, despite all its trials and lessons. Even though I feel utterly emotionally exhausted and physically knackered at times, one look of happiness on my boy’s face is certificate enough to feel I must be doing a decent enough job. I continue to feel inspired with so many facets of experiences I live, as my boy is growing up. Nothing else can produce the joy that motherhood grants. I just cannot even imagine going through a single day of my life without feeling that spectrum of emotion with my child. And I cannot now imagine, not transforming that incredible surge of inspiration into another piece of art and expression. Feeling it all, good or bad, with all the ups and downs, and having this power to convert it into my art, gives my life purpose, and makes me feel truly complete as a Mother.