βThereβs something about growing up that makes me sad. Somewhere along the way I have lost that little kid in me. She was fierce and she was bold. She was strong and she was brave. She was able to soar the open skies and frolic through the grass. Her smile was wide and her laugh echoed loudly in a room. The artist in me begs to peek inside the mind of this little girl again. βAdultβ life keeps your mind busy. You donβt have time for fun and games. Heck, sometimes I donβt even have time to eat! Work becomes this stale routine that we force ourselves into. Chores seem to pile up and the only thing keeping you going is copious amounts of caffeine. Recently becoming a new mom, I have found that the little girl in me has and always will live inside of me. Life gave me the greatest little gift this year, my son Tristen. Melting over cute little trinkets and stuffed animals. Dressing him up in little outfits. Shoving toys in my sonβs face as he stares blankly at it, drool spilling down his face. I sit there singing songs and dancing in my living room like a fool. Sometimes I swear I love this stuff more than he does. I found myself getting lost in old tales as I read my son his bedtime story. Becoming a mom has brought back the little kid in me. He has given me so much life that I never realized I lost. A mom, just like that little kid, has to be fierce and bold. A mom has to be strong, and especially brave. For my son I will expand my mind and test my imagination so I can continue being the mother he needs and deserves. So I decided to use the inspiration that my son has gifted me and put it towards what I love, art. He is my inspiration. πβ
β Kristin Tang