The American Visionary Art Museum is currently a 3 story journey of parenting.
From the moment I walked in, greeted by images of an embryo in it’s mother’s womb, until I slowly exited down the steps, soaking in quotes on parenting strategically placed along the stairwell. I was intrigued.
There was a wall dedicated to POSTSECRET
A mural on Momma’s Boys
And a collection of ties titled “Big Daddy” where people shared their thoughts of their fathers.
It’s been so long since I’ve written anything and I genuinely went to the museum because it was free for Dr. MLK Day.
I followed a father & son around that day.
I sat behind them as Dr. King’s “I have a Dream” speech played.
I looked on as he hoisted his son up to see tiny pictures made from sock threads.
I even admired the way he held his sleeping child while awaiting the elevator.
Parenting is a privilege. Some people abuse it & others embrace it.
I was just happy to take it all in.
The art. The words. The reality.