To any mother the reason is obvious. Babies just squirm and cry and scream and feed and need their nappy changing, and you're so exhausted anyway so you don't pick up a pencil let alone a paint brush, and the only thing you want to do is sleep.... At least that was my experience of motherhood.
Now I am a grandmother, and the role is less all encompassing. No responsibility but a lot of pleasure.
Baby in mother's arms.
At the weekend my latest granddaughter, with parents, came to stay, only a month old, and her first sleeps away from home.
To be honest I can't remember my children being so amenable.
But for the first time I got the chance to draw a baby. How can you depict such perfection? I keep harking back to Rembrandt's drawings and know I've got a way to go.