I was watching the movie, The Blind Side I like the part where the father in the movie compares both his wife and his adopted son to an onion.  He says “HE/She is like an onion…you have to peel them back one layer at a time.”  So it gets me thinking, we all have these layers...including myself.  And since this blog is about me, I was thinking about how many layers it takes to get to the heart of me. 

So I am sharing my layers…kind of a getting to know me through a root vegetable.

I am somebody’s child…although my parents have passed they are the very first people who made me who I am today. I think I get my creativity from my mother and I keep to myself…my father was like that. \Not in an anti-social kind of way but more in an afraid to be exposed kind of way...hence this blog.  Facebook status's aside...I go deeper than hating darts, my friends. 

I am Big Jim's  wife.  It’s one of my favorite layers of all.  We have been together for a long time…more than half our lives.   I still get gitty when he is about to come home. I nag him likes it’s my job and I love him like there is no tomorrow.  Some days are not easy and we have seen some sad times. But at the end of the day if I am creeping over to his side of the bed and asking if he “missed me today” and he answers “ I miss you every day”  then nothing else matters. 

I am a mom.  It's hard work. Expensive. It is the most rewarding thing I have had to date.  Each one of my brilliant and beautiful children are different.  I sometimes get overwhelmed being a parent.(God's honest truth!)  I guess it's normal to feel that way.(what is normal anyway?)  Things my kids do amaze me, gross me out and make me laugh!  And it just so happens,  I actually have that kid my mother warned me about. This layer is a little haggard and sleep deprived. 

I am an artist...it's really the most difficult layer which I can identify.  Why? When I think of artist I think of famous people, especially photographers.  I am no Annie Liebowitz or Anne Geddes or Anita Gooden  I am Kellyanne Adams.  I admire these people. I dream of someone looking at my photos and saying..."oh that is a Kellyanne Adams...I love her work." These women are passionate...dedicated...famous for crying out loud. 

I am a believer...I believe my parents would be proud of what I become. I believe I can look into my husband's eyes and know he thinks I can do anything and he is there to push me when it gets too hard.  I do believe my kids think that iI have a cool job and as long as there is dinner on the table it's all good.  And I may never become a household name all over the world, but I do believe that this artist's work has been seen in more places than I will ever know...THANKS FACEBOOK! Ha!  

and by the way...every time I think about comparing something to an onion I immediately think of a blooming onion from the outback steakhouse, because they are yummy and warm and creative...oh and breaded and deep fried.  The other onions are just smelly and make you cry.