Friday, November 13, 2015

Unexpected Playroom

I remember—when my children were, say, 6, 3, and a few weeks old—the times when I would nurse Jay, snuggle him between me and the back of the couch, and then slip into twilight sleep, lulled by the delicious sounds of Meg and Scott's chatter and exclamations as they played with every toy in our home that had 100+ small parts and pieces. I knew where everybody was, we were all safe, I had my eyes closed. Heaven.

Seems like Muth helped herself to a few sweet days akin to that at the end of her life. Lying on her bed, stuffed toy moose tucked into her right hand, a prayer shawl draped over her covers, she slept for hours and days surrounded by her five daughters. It was a bit of a crazy-making time for the daughters—no familiar frame of reference, no prior experience, no apparent end in sight for way longer than seemed possible—but we rolled with it, and I look back on the sweetness, tears, astonishment, gallows humor, and nonsensical activities that all made sense at the time, and I wouldn't change it. I had my travel art kit, Joany knit, Barby worked newspaper word puzzles, Lauren dealt out hands of Idiot's Delight on top of Muth's covers, Marjorie played Minesweeper, and Muth hung out with us. She knew where we all were, we were all safe, she had her eyes closed. How could heaven be better?

In the Nursery
8x10", mixed media on watercolor paper
abstract
2015
$80

5 comments:

Joany Kendra said...

Major tears in my eyes, thinking about the unexpected playroom. 😢😢😢😢😢

Joany Kendra said...

(Those were supposed to be sad faces at the end of my comment.)

dotty seiter: now playing said...

Definitely an unexpected gift!

Sheila said...

Such a sweet post Dotty, and your playful art is a perfect companion :)

dotty seiter: now playing said...

Thanks, Sheila. I had fun with the challenge here of wanting to convey playfulness and include visually disparate symbols, and still come up with cohesion in my composition.

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