Just like transitioning from pregnancy to motherhood, creativity transforms. At least it did for me. I saw the creative in day- to- day, joyful moments: my son's (Yusuf) hands reaching out to touch a flower, my husband carrying Yusuf in his arms and feeding him breakfast. The light streaming on Yusuf's face as he tries to catch the bubbles in the air from the bubble machine. I lose myself in the moments, and my thoughts still, I want to capture it and I take pictures and draw them out or I write about it. The process of creativity was so different for me before. Neither is good or bad, it’s change. Growth. The fear was losing my creative power, my style, my voice, and in a way I did, but only to find a new one emerge, blooming from my soul, a joyful creative power that I never even knew existed.
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