mother and daughter

    This is my latest piece.  I completed it last night and I called it Mother and Daughter.  It was a very emotional piece to me, so much so, in fact, that I got a little choked up as I painted it.  Since it was so emotional for me, I figured I'd share what was on my mind.

​     It's no secret that my childhood was, well, let's call it challenging, and I'm sure that I was an equally challenging child.  Maybe it was for that reason I always figured I was never cut out for family life, for having and raising children.
But, deep down, I would have loved to have had a daughter to raise and to watch grow up.  Not just any daughter, but one with my love.  Imagine how adorable that would be, my two adorable curly haired girls.  Watching them play, watching mother teach her mini me how to do girl stuff like wear dresses and hats and makeup and play dolls (of course, if this girl was truly her mother's mini me, she'd lay the doll down and ask for a bat and ball or maybe a book).  Imagine seeing little glimmers of the woman you love in your sweet little girl as she grows, the way she smiles, the way she rolls her eyes when you say something stupid and the attitude! Good God, imagine the attitude that little princess would have; I can see the little hand on her hip and her head bobbing all around as if she's real.  Funny, isn't it, the things you think about when it's too late?  Well, I suppose it's not really too late, but Misty says she's "closed the factory".  Can't blame her, I suppose, I mean, do the math, what kid would want to drag  their pensioner parents to their graduation?  What pensioner would want to chase after a child and a ball?  Oh well.  I still think the bond between a mother and daughter must be a wonderful thing.  It's not one I've experienced, being a boy, and it's not really one I've seen much of,  at least for any appreciable length of time, having mostly dated women that had little boys.  Well, that's enough sappy stuff.... gotta keep painting, Barcelona calls.

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