To Sell Or Not To Sell
Years ago, my husband and I were given this painting. The painter’s last name is Borg. I’m not sure what her first name is, but I know she is a female.
We were young and stupid. No, let me be specific, I was young and stupid. I didn’t like it. Really. A young mother of a baby boy didn’t find anything special about this picture. The painter had just used the wrong colors. The orange/yellow color did not go with my mauve bedroom. Yes, back in 1994, I made my husband paint our bedroom mauve (it reminded me of my favorite L’Oreal lipstick). That was it! The painting was just the wrong color. Since it was a gift, my husband convinced me to keep it.
Fast-forward eighteen years. My baby boy is now almost twenty years old. And in those last eighteen years, several people have asked me if the mother and son in the painting are me and my son. I’m always flattered. You see, I’ve come to love this painting. And even though the painter did not have me in mind, I’ve come to truly appreciate the love that this mother has for her son in this painting.
And now, as Murphy’s Law would have it, my husband is ready to sell it. The painting might be worth a couple of college tuition payments. But, I’m doing my best to convince him to keep it. What do you think? Sell it or keep it?