Kathryn Thompson, mother.

Kathryn Thompson, mother.

I grew up in Fairfax, California, population 7,500, during the sixties and seventies. It was an interesting time to be a kid. Fairfax is 20 miles north of San Francisco and these were the decades of peace, love and liberation. It was not a boring childhood.
I was born in 1957, the youngest of four children. By the time they got to me I had more freedom than my brothers and sister. By the time I hit my teens there were so many exciting things that I was exposed to. A Catholic upbringing and experiencing the sixties was a good combination. Grounded and creative.
I've enjoyed drawing for as long as I can remember. In junior and senior high school, I made jewelry and sculpted ceramics. My parents married on my mom's 21st birthday. Dad was almost 20. They encouraged all my artistic passions. My father was a banker and a wood carver. My mom was creative in crafts and drawing. After high school I went to community college and worked. I moved out when I was 19.
When I was 21, I moved to Seattle to do an apprenticeship with an illustrator, knowing only that one person. That didn't pan out as intended, but I stayed seven years and it allowed me grow up away from the safety of home. As an introverted person I began to feel comfortable reaching out and reinventing who I was away from Marin County. I went to two community colleges and eventually to the Art Institute of Seattle. When I graduated I immersed myself in the Graphic Arts field. I had paid for college myself and was motivated to make the most of it. No going back to waiting tables. I did freelance illustration and worked at ad agencies and graphic design firms.
When I was 29 I moved back to Marin with the idea of living at home while saving money to put myself through Art Center College of Design in Pasadena, my dream school. It was hard to live at home again. I needed to make money and move out. I didn’t go to Art Center. I worked many jobs in San Francisco as an independent contractor. Eventually, I bit the bullet and became a full -time freelance illustrator. I was poor and happy. I survived on that for a few years. Then I met my husband.
When I was very young I pictured living on a farm with kids and animals when I was grown up. I had it in the back of my mind that I wanted to adopt. When I was a teenager and through my twenties I could not imagine having kids or getting married. I did, however, picture a life commitment with a man. I was in three long- term living-together relationships. I never wanted marriage or children like two of the three men did.
When I was 34, I went to a meeting to learn about adopting from India - as a single Mom. I didn't have the money to proceed.
I met my husband when I was 36 and he was 38. He lived in my old neighborhood. My parents were a block away. I could actually picture getting married for the first time. After we got married I could picture a family. I didn't think I could get pregnant because I had been lax about birth control and had never gotten pregnant. We checked out IVF and I had viable eggs and I thought: `Wow, I never thought I could get pregnant!` It had not concerned me and then I heard I could. How novel. Okay, lets try this, I thought. My eggs were `viable` and we inched along. By the time I had them checked again it went to `not viable.` I was upset but not horribly so because I didn't spend my life picturing giving birth.
I also never imagined having Rheumatoid Arthritis, but I got it at 31, out of the blue, no family history. I thought all those injections for IVF would weary me since I had an autoimmune disease. The weekend I had to decide about going with an egg donor I got a call from an old friend in Seattle. I hadn't heard from her in eight years. She had adopted from China. In instant, literally, I knew that that was where our daughter was.
As soon as we got home with Grace, I knew we were going back to get another baby girl. Camille is 4 years and 10 months younger than Grace and they get along well. It was a joy for my parents and daughters to see each other
nearly every day until my folks passed on in 2009.
I never had extended family around growing up. I adore my two daughters.
I love what we share as a family. We are about to get a new puppy. Our Golden Retriever, Peach, died last summer and I miss her so much. She was my best friend.
I am thankful for the family I came from and for my two precious daughters and for being able to make art.