A few nights ago, the kids and I made preparations to leave another two canvasses outside for the year. They absolutely loved this little project a couple of years ago, so I thought we could do it again this year. They were ecstatic.
Later that same night, N and G headed upstairs to watch cartoons at "vovo's house" while L and I watched another Harry Potter movie downstairs. (Harry Potter is much too scary for the younger kids)
In an effort to help me understand what the heck was going on in the movie, L picked up her book and read the back to me.
As she read, I couldn't help my eyes from swelling up with tears. Here was my nice, 9-years old (!), reading so easily and so grown up. I thought about her as the little baby I once held in my arms. I thought about how she used to call strawberries "dada-babies".
It took an immense amount of effort to keep from bursting into tears. When she was finished reading, she looked at me with her big, bright eyes and asked: Cool huh?!"
My eyes were swollen but luckily, no tear had escaped. I hadn't heard a single word she said.
"That's awesome!" I replied, "You're awesome."
You are an entire ocean in a drop little one.
This blog was created to share my belief that the art making process can be a vehicle for empowerment.
I am living proof.