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Growing Pains

IMG_2228 IMG_2229 Last week, we took the kids to Phoenix. My parents are retired and they spend their winters playing in the Arizona sun.

They have three citrus trees in their backyard. Much to the delight of my daughter, we filled boxes with fresh picked oranges, lemons and grapefruit.

The bizarre shapes of desert cactus are fascinating. I loved strolling through the neighborhood and taking it all in (all the while praying that my adventurous 3 year old wouldn't impale herself as she raced from plant to plant).

We swam. We soaked up the sun.

We relaxed (something I can't say happens too often with a toddler and a pre-schooler underfoot). Thank you mom and dad!!

I'm happy to be back though--when I'm away from work for too long, I feel this pull, this longing to dive back in. To create--to PLAY.

I also had a bit of time to think. To move my business forward, I need to re-prioritize how I'm spending my working hours.

Holding this space to write feels really good--I enjoy having a blog. I will continue to share new work and progress as it unfolds. But there will be weeks where I need to spend my time elsewhere.

To those of you who read on a regular basis, I am so grateful. Bear with me through these growing pains.

 

Unfettered Joy

Kelly_Angelovic_January January's Bootcamp assignment was to create a journal with an Edwardian brooch theme. For more jewel themed eye candy, the public gallery is now live--check it out!

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There are days, as I wash baby poop off my hands, or help my not-quite-four-year-old regain control after a body thrashing tantrum, when I long to be working more, parenting less. Enmeshed in day-to-day drudgery, I empty and load the dishwasher, again. I pick up their toys for the 10th time that day, and fold another load of laundry. I want to escape.

And then, ever-so-gently, I remind myself that I am on borrowed time.

I watch my one year old as he squeals with delight--he has discovered how to walk across the room pushing a stool. Noticing me, he rewards me with an ear-to-ear, heart melting grin.

Less than an hour later, my daughter does a spontaneous happy dance because I tell her she can wear her dress-up clothes to the grocery store.

How incredibly lucky am I to bear witness to such unfettered joy?

I hug them both, breathing them in and reminding myself how quickly they are changing. How little time, like this, we really have. I count my blessings. And my heart fills with gratitude, that in this moment, the work that I am doing is right here.

And it is the most important work of all.