I’m originally from Haïti and, I’ve been living here in the U.S. for decades; so, you might as well guess my age. Of course, at your own risk.
WARNING: No. This is not my most recent picture.
Yes, after my divorce I worked perpetually to raise my girls. Of course they were little angels at one point, but, in the course of time as they grew up their horns became visible. While, at least periodically. However, he fact of the matter is, now I must admit that my chidren actually forced me to, “GROW UP, Nadège! We are not children anymore, so why are you wasting your time worried about us?”
“I am a Mother, you little bratt – This is what Mothers do!!!”
“No, Mah. Now it’s time to focus on yourself -Go back to school – Travel…!!!” Whimpered one of my daughters.
From the mouth of babe, yes. However, my effort was stringent. Imagine transition from a bountifully NOISY house, to the company of two cats; I felt like a barren woman. The days felt as if I was prescribed to drink my own poison tea with the sole purpose to sip my life away. I felt betrayed by my children and worse, even rejected like a worn out mattress. In fact, I remember days when I would lashed out and kicked like a terrible two toddler. Its been over three years now, and my mourning days have ended and I am finally stepping up in my bain, acknowledging the dawn of a new era awaiting my path.
I swear, I urinate talents whenever Mr. challenge knocks on my door. “You are artistic.” So, I’ve been told more than the usual times. I fully agree with my admires because this fact is non debatable in my circle. Nevertheless, lately, I find myself blown away by the artist label; a gift which took me by surprise. In fact, during my last conversation with G’d, I had to ask Him for some clarity.
“G’d, I can’t believe you waited till I was in my fifties to turn me into an artist.” I said. But His answer was a bit surprising. “You can’t believe it?” He said. ” Imagine how we felt up here – We are still totally flabbergasted.”
“What do you mean G’d – You endowed me with the artist gift, didn’t you? I read somewhere “All good gifts come from above.”
After he took a deep breath which by the way blew me away to a distant galaxy, before He nodded. “I did – I did! But, your first drawing you were four, which was a woman with two horns. Then, your second one, you drew your teacher with a long tail. So I had to place a pose on your talent till I knocked some sense into your tiny brain.” With a pleasant smile He continued, ” Now, we just can’t believe how your artwork have transitioned to angels and beautiful …”
“Angels? Then I gahter abstract paintings are only for the earthbound realm to comprehend!”
The thunder was pretty frightening. But, I am used to that growling sound. Besides, His voice reminded me of the excruciating sound from one of my snoring cession; the norm for me during one of my exhausted night. Should I say, however, I could never be intimidated by my heavenly Father’s vent. The fact is, I am a woman of faith, and, He’s been the source of my enduring strength as well as my comfort and joy.
No, I’m not being totally honest. I have to admit that my relationship with my canvas and brushes are like my daily prayers; a constant ritual to appease my nostalgia. I would mention my writing as well, however, I’ve been evading my laptop crave, truly an embarrassment to an aspire writer. So today, from my cup of audacity, which I hope will appease my conscience and ignite my writing appetite.
“I must write – I must confine myself to do so before the end of the year.” And, I finally did it! Bravo, young lady!
Hope to be back soon with my first post after a long vacation. Please be patient with me. Meanwhile:
Happy Hanukkah 2017!
Lastly, Have a Blissful New year!!!
And remember, “Laughter is medicine for the soul!”