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Unless you’re a member of the British royal family, parenting is the only job that requires your efforts 24/7/365 until the day you die. Think parenting is over once your child grows up? You think wrong! It’s never over. The worrying never ends. Your children will be in your thoughts at some point every single day of your life. They will continue to make you cry, laugh, lose sleep, etc., no matter what age they happen to be.
Parenting is the only job that does not include a paycheque. As a matter of fact, you pay to do it. And you will lose a lot of money doing it too.
No vacations. No raises. No promotions. There may even be times when you are alone with it all, struggling along without any support. Complaint/returns department? Nuh uh. And for those mostly sane, non-psychopathic among us (the majority of us hopefully), quitting this job is out of the question.
Parenting is the only job where you receive no confirmation whatsoever that you are doing it right until your conglomeration of mistakes and good choices have long been made (and don’t kid yourself—we all make mistakes…a lot of them). So it’s a very long time before you know if you’ve, for the most part, done a good job. Every day you blindly go where you’ve never been before, sometimes borrowing from the knowledge of others and hoping that maybe they are right.
As parents, we’re all artists in the process of creating flawed yet beautiful pieces of art that will forever be priceless to us.
Mother Nature has chosen to bestow upon you her most precious gift—a child. You accept this privilege, this honor, this title of Parent.
In your hands you hold a paintbrush. Not just any paintbrush but one that wields power that is as fragile as it is mighty.
In your hands you hold the potential to create an art form unique to any other. Striving to become an artist of great merit is your mission; from here on it is the full measure of your success.
The doubts and fears that ripen in your mind are washed away by Mother Nature’s soft sigh. Your work will not be easy. Your hand will not always be steady. You will make mistakes. To develop this masterpiece, you must be tenacious, your devotion unconditional.
You wear your new title of Parent like a spectacular jeweled crown. You begin your task with a pristine canvas created of your flesh and blood. The true test of your talent exists in your ability to add beauty to a form that is already exquisite.
Your paintbrush is poised above a palette dappled with virtues, every shade that you know to be right and good. Your canvas is ever so tiny. It looks fragile, but the heart of it is strong yet pliable, thirsting for as many colours as you can offer.
You approach your work with trepidation. But once your faith in all its glory is unleashed, you surge forward, fueled with ambition borne of the clearest, truest love. Every brushstroke of colour adds a new layer of richness and beauty. The most generous strokes add depth.
In your quest to become an artist of great merit, you also seek fortitude for your soul; that it may help you to always maintain a firm grip on the brush; that it may guide you with the wisdom to recognize the importance of keeping your palette fresh with colour. You need such strength to help you achieve the best work you will ever produce in your life.
You are a Parent. You are an artist.
It is your duty to create a masterpiece that will add grace to this world and enrich the future.