My Child: My Greatest Work Of Art
It is not insignificant. Whether or not you are gifted with artistic talent, there is no greater work of art or creation than the wonder of life itself.
This masterpiece takes 9 months to create and a lifetime to develop. Voilà! The greatest work of art by any couple.
My child, a work of art
Remember: a mother begins to identify with her child while the baby is growing in the womb. She feels how this being – still dependent on her body – takes on an independent life.
And she knows that this little being that was once part of her understands her better than anyone else.
Your child feels your pain just as it once felt the beating of your heart from within.
It knows your strength because it heard the sighs of your tiredness and the deep breaths that followed it. It feels that you are fighting for what once seemed impossible.
Children come into life armed and protected with this knowledge. As defenseless as your child may appear, their tiny, lovable body holds the secrets of life itself.
My child, my greatest work of art, can move me.
My child has the strength, the power, the supernatural gift to take me into the past while I am here in the present and thinking about the future.
All three take shape in a single moment, through a single act of love: motherhood.
Toddlers inspire tenderness and innocence. Their ability to bring peace to our busy and hectic lives is beyond the power of any work of art. Her little laughs are more fascinating than the Mona Lisa’s smile.
My child surpasses any work of art
The scent of my child’s skin, his pranks and everything that he expresses in his gaze: that’s greater than any work of art.
Watching a child grow up is as strange and fascinating as Frida Kahlo’s ideas.
Seeing my child in conflict, feeling hopeless or frustrated is more disturbing than any work by Van Gogh or Munch. With its various facets and behaviors, in public and at home, my child is more complex than a Cubist portrait of Picasso.
The arrival of a child can change your conception of the sublime and the masterful. There is no museum that could hold anything so magical. And no work of art can compare itself to the truth itself. This work expresses so much, but inspires even more.
The attraction of childhood cannot be resisted. My child is my greatest work of art – one that I think about quietly. I am a typical mother, delighted with the being who has become the master of his life.
Immerse yourself in the artwork. Let yourself be carried away. A kiss, a hug or a simple “I love you, mom” is enough to knock you off your feet.
After all, your child is the fruit of your love, the incarnation of your hopes.
Cherish your child. Pay attention to all the details, record everything. Feel blessed by each and every one of its qualities and accept its small flaws.
Enjoy its beauty and marvel at its natural grace. Discover in your child the true meaning of the immensity of love without limits.
