Drawing Diary: Changing the Filter

When I walked to the park the other day, here's what caught my attention in this scene, in order of appearance:

After sitting there for awhile, it occurred to me that I didn't even look at or acknowledge her baby. 
Without thinking, I applied filters to the scene, like this:
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I love family, I love the idea of marriage and children. 
I'm single, in my 40s and I don't have children. 
Not having those in my life, I can see now that I've learned to apply filters.
Too painful otherwise.
These filters are like lenses. 
I think back to when I was younger -- more interested in detachment and self-protection.
One thing I love about getting older is caring less about being cool. But as I consciously become more open and less cool, I notice the losses from detachment filter.  An easy one? When I was younger I wouldn't do the electric slide at weddings -- too lame. Now I'm taking a hip-hop dance class that I adore. But I'm the only one who still doesn't know how to do the cool-down. It's the electric slide. 
* * *
The same day I noticed the baby blocker filters at the park, I made an effort to not avoid baby and family scenes. I watched a dad teasing his baby adoringly. My heart tugged.
But I was okay. Next I waited in line behind a father holding his child, being ever so tender.

While he was sweetly attentive to his baby, I made sure I didn't apply the jaded detached filter of cool. But my eyes watered. When I got to my car, I sat and cried. 
But I was still okay. Even though I felt sad, it was a genuine, direct sadness based on the heart of the matter (possibly still wanting to mother). I was looking past my own filters. 


Eileen :: ferociousintrovert.blogspot.com/


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