There are angels among us. I often dream about these ethereal, winged women sustaining the women in this realm. This painting was created in my dreams.
I believe these angels are always with us. Especially as we mother our children. How else can we exist with our heart beating outside our body? The emotionally and painfully beautiful experience of caring for another soul? I believe it’s because each child represents just that.. an extension of our heart.
Just when I think I have a grasp on figuring this whole mothering thing out, I’m quickly reminded that I am not in control, nor is that my role. I rarely know what I am doing.. but I have always known and felt angels as a constant. They are present to attend to, comfort and sustain us while we navigate this divine role on this earth. Maybe even more so when we’re not at our best.. because experiencing motherhood is so painfully beautiful.
“Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did- that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that- a parent’s heart bared, beating forever outside it’s chest.”
~ Debra Ginsberg