This could be a very long story but, truthfully I don't have the time and you probably don't have the patience to read it all. This has all has to do with teenagers. My daughter, inparticular.
The adorable little pastel sketch, done by yours truely, was done when she was three. She loved sitting still while mommy sat to draw her picture. Just giving a little background here.
In high school, let's suffice it to say, she didn't like sitting still for mommy anymore. I was constantly worried (yes, I am a "worry wort") there were some reasons to be worried....but mostly not.
One reason was how she ended up decorating her room. She is an artist. Her room became her canvas where she showed me and the world how difficult it was to be a teenager. It was dark. Black everywhere. Sad faces. Happy faces, too. All of the walls were covered with images she cut out painted and altered....yes she was altering objects LONG before many of us were.
The room sat for the last 7 years as a shrine of sorts. No one touched it. It became a dumping ground for "stuff". Well, she is 25 now. Has moved back home to attend graduate school and has decided to redecorate. Before we started to take everything apart however, we both documented each and every inch of that room, in memory of what was. Below are just a smidge of the photos we took. I don't have time this morning to really get in to showing you the whole story.
The image below is a little "shrine" I did in celebration of her growth into womanhood and to remember those days of constant worry. She and I are leaving today for a mother/daughter trip to Rancho La Puerta Spa, south of San Diego., which I miraculously WON at a charity event a few years ago. Yup, a week for two, including airfare. So off we are going together.
How beautiful an ending is that?
