Written by Kimberly

Most times I feel that raising my family is the most difficult thing in the world. It consumes me. It’s all uphill. I constantly question if I am doing ‘it’ right. I’ve always felt that I needed to fully apply myself in the art of raising a family.

Art is most often a difficult process, it can be messy, it can make you frustrated and the end result has varied opinions in the eyes of the beholder. But if the artist is pleased with their creation, then that is all that matters.

If you ask me if I am pleased with my creation, my family, I will tell you that it’s a little messy right now but I’m not finished yet. If you ask me when I’ll be finished, I will tell you that I have no idea. If you ask me if I had some pleasure along the way, I will tell you this:

When I look back on the years leading up to now, I see smiles, laughter, adventures and love. I see the struggles but I see love. I see that each one of us have had failures and successes and we have pulled together for comfort or celebration. I see that my children have raised me up as much as I have raised them. I see that the art of raising a family is painted with irregular strokes of the brush, written with typos, sculpted with inconsistencies, photographed with a unique angle of view but crafted with love.

At the end of the day I may feel like a tormented artist resisting sleep because there is still work to do. But I am certain that my work will not be finished until my whole family can look back with me and see the beauty of our masterpiece, with love.

“Family life is full of major and minor crises – the ups and downs of health, success and failure in career, marriage, and divorce – and all kinds of characters. It is tied to places and events and histories. With all of these felt details, life etches itself into memory and personality. It’s difficult to imagine anything more nourishing to the soul.” ~ Thomas Moore

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