My son sees art in the real world. He has developed a spray-painting technique that turns ordinary things into works of functional art. His bicycle, skateboard, the legs of his desk and other simple things bear the mark of the artist that lies within him.
His dry humor and worldly observations often have us laughing out loud. The freely given, "I love you, Mom," in a quiet moment connects us in an unbreakable bond. Even in his challenging moments, I know why I'm here. I know why he's here.
If I hadn't had the honor of being chosen as his mother, I wouldn't know the world of skateboarding! Yes, it's a whole culture and a sport in its own right. But it suits him so well because he is in charge of his own performance. It allows him to be with others but also on his own. There are no winners, no losers.
Being his mom means I've stretched my own beliefs and comfort zones. I've found that some of my "absolutes" aren’t, really. I’ve found the peace that lies within by suspending my judgment. I’ve also discovered that unbrushed teeth aren’t the end of the world. And clothes do not have to match or even be totally clean to count as dressed!
One of the things I never counted on was the friends I’ve made and the people I’ve met through my son. These are real, lifelong friends who understand me because they have been on paths similar to mine.
I’ve met teachers who deserve sainthood! I’ve met other moms who have given me grace and love when I thought I couldn’t go another step on this journey.
Most of all, I’ve found my own strength and love that lies within, and it can be offered freely to myself and others. There’s no bottom to it. It’s the true joy of my life to be my son’s parent, and I’ll never take it for granted.
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