Patience

I was exhausted by my demanding children: two young toddler still to be carried. I felt my body was responding to all their needs but my patience inside was limited. On this sculpture, I don't regret the big breasts falling towards the child. Aren't the breasts the receptacle of all that is good? Sure, it can be inappropriate. But it's reality. And the barrel like belly is there as a testimony that child rearing is stretching us beyond our limits. Isn't in the belly that most of us feel our anger starting to roar up?
Yet, the bond is strong and our arms are reached.