15/06/2026
This painting took about ten minutes.
Not out of choice, but because I only had enough energy for ten minutes after bedtime.
After a day of endless snack requests (how can someone so small be so hungry all the time!?), a day full of "Mummy, watch me jump!" over and over and over, a minor crisis when he'd lost one of his dinosaurs when it was, in fact, in his pocket the whole time.
But I was thankful for those ten minutes, and they were really needed 🩷
Because for ten minutes, I wasn't just someone's mum. I wasn't the snack provider, the finder of lost dinosaurs or the watcher of 4327 jumps.
I was just a person, alone, holding a paintbrush.
Doing tiny things for myself, even just for ten minutes, is still important. I didn't disappear when I became a mum: I evolved 🐉
✨ What is one tiny thing that you do to still feel like yourself?