My daughter bee-bopped through the living room the other day and excitedly told me to google Jackson Pollock’s Number 1. It was described to her as “the ugliest painting ever” but it is also a known masterpiece.
Her school outings (what I called field trips back in the day and were trips to the zoo or a tour of the police station) have taken her to the National Gallery and British Museum in London and The Louvre and Rodin in Paris.
I’m no art expert but I feel like if this painting is considered a masterpiece (of which I remain skeptical but acknowledge that my art expertise is limited so it might very well be) then I think it’s safe to say that regardless of how our children have turned out, they are a masterpiece.
I read that Jackson Pollock’s handprints are on this painting. It took some searching, but as I looked intently, I found them in the upper right corner.
For some of our adult children, we have to look a little more intently to see our handprints than others. But no matter what anyone else sees or says, our children are a masterpiece. Of this, I am certain. Maybe not because if anything we did or didn’t do as parents but because of their Creator. God’s handprints are all over them.
I will offer You my grateful heart, for I am Your unique creation, filled with wonder and awe.
You have approached even the smallest details with excellence;
Your works are wonderful;
I carry this knowledge deep within my soul.
Psalm 139:14 (The Voice)
This video never fails to move and inspire me. It is intended for the season of motherhood when we are in the throes of childrearing but now that we are nothers, it is still so easy, possibly even more so, to feel invisible.
A friend recently showed me her pictures of Sagrada Familia Cathedral in Spain. The work on it began in 1882. There are still cranes there now. What stands today is a masterpiece as it is but it is still in progress.
In Montepulciano, Italy, I gazed in wonder at the Cathedral of Santa Maria Assunta as our tour guide explained that has been left faceless. Beautiful on the inside yet a messy on the outside, this Duomo is the perfect illustration of not “judging a book by its cover”. It is likely as finished as it will get, it looks messy but it is still gorgeous and useful.
Perhaps one of these examples of masterpieces describes your adult child. A masterpiece that we find it difficult to see our handprints on, a masterpiece as it is but still in progress or a finished masterpiece that still looks a little messy on the outside but we know the beauty on the inside.
Nothers, we aren’t parenting anymore but we are still valuable as moms even if our work feels invisible. Our cathedrals and our canvases, in whatever state they are in, are masterpieces and works of heart – no matter what anyone else sees or says.
His works are wonderful. I know this full well.