My heart aches. The world we live in breaks my heart as a mother.
I have raised my kids to know people. To know their gestures. Their morals. Their values. To know that each individual is as unique as the next. That we all have qualities we add to today’s world. Good or bad. That people must stand up for themselves for what they believe, in peaceful manner. I taught them Not to show anger. I have taught my kids love. Love for those around them. To not judge. To allow second chances. To allow for mistakes and apologies.
I painted her two years ago. When I met a woman who reached out to me from no where. She has become one of my dearest friends and We haven’t even met! We have spoken on the phone. We have text and just recent have video called. I painted, then, what I envisioned on the other side of the phone. I painted a warm spirit. Someone who has high values and morals. Someone who respected not only others but herself. I didn’t know her when I painted her. But I knew she made me feel loved. She made me feel important. She made me see that I was a human and I had things to offer. And today, I love her dearly and call her a dear friend.
So I share with you, Trina. No, she’s not stuck in the 50’s with a button up dress and pearls.
She’s my vision. She is a strong women. She is a survivor. She is the essence of KIND.
You may only see paint strokes. You may only see a trying artist. You may only see colors.
I, I see the person I call friend. A stranger who reached out, a caring voice on the other end, someone who offered sweet words of encouragement when I needed it most. I didn’t know her. But I painted her.