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Yesterday I passed a man standing on his verandah. He was cradling his baby girl, rythmically rocking and shhh-ing. A beautiful Daddy and daughter moment. In my mind I called over the fence to him ‘Doing a great job Dad!’

What a wonderful thing that is to hear. Being a parent, is the hardest job I’ve ever had and will EVER have. Fullstop. And to think you are doing it well, for even one minute, is such a fantastic feeling.

With the birth of my children I was forced to stop and think. What did I have to offer them? What skills to help them grow and move gracefully out into the world? I figured the only way to give them the very best of me was to make sure I was happy within myself.

I had to take the plunge and commit to living a full creative life that I could share with them. I guess that sounds strange, I mean I’ve always had creative jobs, but living it is a whole different kettle of fish.  I had to remind myself of what I loved to do as a kid. Things like drawing and dreaming of solving a mystery or finding hidden treasure. I had to work out how I could return to a nurturing life of art and exploration.

The funny thing was, the answer was staring me in the face. I have two perfect little guides. My girls are positively busting to take me exploring everyday. They are naturals at embracing a full and beautiful creative life.

It is amazing how life works. For me, the two biggest life decisions I’ve ever made (having children and making the decision to pursue an artists life) were completely interwined, just as I wanted them to be. When things link up like that, with no effort,  it makes you feel as if you must be on the right path. What an encouraging thought.

(Soulemama is a fabulous place to visit and be inspired by this subject)

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