I used to draw out all of these emotions onto paper, though I was not very good at the time. It helped me get through the worst times but it was never quite enough despite my love for art. Then, my kids came along. It was like a miracle. My life had purpose. There was suddenly someone in my life that would love me no matter what and for no reason what so ever other than I am their mother. I decided I needed to be someone worth that kind of love. I started taking care of myself for them. And after a while I was taking care of myself for me too. But that wasn't the only miracle that occurred.
One day I was sitting there looking at my kids and just thinking how lucky I was. They were so beautiful. So perfect. I felt the need to draw them, it was the first time in two years I had picked up a pencil. Suddenly everything clicked. I just knew how to do each detail in their face, how to build up to get just the right skin tone and just the right honey brown in my sons eyes. I had never done so well before. The difference between my previous works and that one of my kids was astounding. I had to keep drawing. Keep drawing them. Eventually friends and family began asking me to draw their kids portraits, or their dearly loved pets. I took so much joy in seeing the looks on their faces when they saw their loved ones turned into works of art they could cherish forever. That's when I knew I had truly found what I was meant to do.
You never know how you are going to stumble upon what you are meant to do with your life, but thanks to my kids I found exactly what I need and what I want to do with my life.