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.