Mother's Day

It is a beautiful spring day, cool and windy, a good day to work outside. As I sit here I hear lawn mowers and a chain saw. Mother's day was yesterday. Mothers think of their children and children think of their mothers, that is if they are loving families. I came from a loving family, a time when moms stayed home and raised a family. Formost I wanted a family. I am gifted as an artist and married a musician,  composer. Charlie and I were blessed blessed with two  creative sons. It is a joy to be a part of their lives. Charlie and I were not normal parants. I surpose we were dysfunctioal as we did not fit into whaat is considered a normal society. When one thinks of children being brought up in a dysfunctional family I think of alcoholic parients, children being beaten or not being cared for. Charlie and I loved our children as I still do.

Charlie and I did not know how to market our creations, paintings and music. Neither could we do sonething we did not like to do. Somehow we managed to make enough money to survive. It was cloths from thrift shops, lots of soups, and oranges for Christmas. It was cold winters living in a house that was like a barn, some times without electricity or hot water. This environment became normal for me . I was young and healthy. None of us got sick, maybe a cold once in a while.  We lived day to day, living in the now as it is called in this age. This experience gave me a great appreciation for what I had and to this day when I take a shower I say thank you for this hot water, and when it is cold outside I say thank you for this warm house. What I am thankful for the most, is my children.

The environment the boys grew up in caused them to find work at a young age. Both had paper routes, Chris picked vegetables, washed dishes, and on to cooking chef,  now artist and carpender. Doug fished and both boys dug clams
. Doug learned boat building in school  which led him to carving, sculpture, carpenter  and potter.They are loving caring generious adults, and are contributing greatly to this world. Yes the waves of a pebble continue to move out and on to infinity. If you believe in reincarnation and we choose our parents all by agreement then I am the luckest parent in the world. I am truly blessed.

Chris Drawing