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Diana Shaul Fine Art

Original Paintings and Drawings

Aren't you lucky?

A drawing of a mother and daughter illustrates this story of love and role reversal.

Story: Her hand feels small in mine, the skin papery, made more so by the cold October air. The hospital has one of those automatic revolving doors that my mother hates. We step into one of the partitions together, and it spits us out in the lobby. A nurse with a too-bright smile greets us, and my mother gives her name, then the consultant's name.

We wait together silently, each of us immersed in a book. This is one of her great gifts to me. I was about five years old when she told me I didn't have to read aloud, that I could read silently and picture the story playing out in my head, and allow myself to be transported to another place, another time. So we both sit in the waiting area, present, yet absent.

The doctor's voice breaks into my thoughts. My mother and I stand up and he shakes my hand. In the office I give him today's blood pressure reading, because if he takes her blood pressure it will be high; when I take it, it is normal. He examines her eyes, fires drops into them that make her wince. He says that the problem he'd found before has cleared up on its own. You know, these things do often clear up on their own. Aren't you lucky? I smile so hard my face aches.

I take her hand as we step back into the revolving door, and her hand looks like Gran's hand looked. And I remember that Mum is the same age now that Gran was then. But her grip is firm, strong, and she is chatting to me, telling me about the story she'd been reading. And I am the luckiest girl in the world.

Media: Story printed on the surface using a laser jet printer; illustration drawn by hand in ink and graphite pencil

Surface: Accademia Fabriano per Artisti acid-free paper (200gsm)

Size: A4 (8.27"x 11.69"; 21cm x 29.7cm)