“Creativity is contagious.”
When my youngest son, Donny, was a wee one, about age 5 or 6, he was in school learning to print. He was very proud of his ability to communicate through the written word. He was an intense person. Not intense in the sense of being tense, but in the sense of being fully engaged in life. He still lives that way.
He was also a liar. I hope he’s outgrown that. Case and point from the past. I purchased a planter. It was, obviously, for a plant, which probably went on to the great compost heap in the sky soon after I became its caregiver. One day, when the plant was still alive, I decided to water it and found an inscription on the side of the planter.
For those of you who could not decipher the fading letters, they said, in a child’s script, Donny. When asked if he had written on the side of the planter, which was an example of ask a stupid question, he solemnly shook his head and said, “No”. Who could argue with such a sweet face. Donny is about to turn 50 but still has a sweet face.
About a year and a half ago, Donny’s daughter, who was about 3 years old, was an intense artist. In fact, she still is. As a surprise for her parents, she drew a lovely picture in ball point pen on one of the cushions of their new couch. Ouch!
The moral of the story probably has something to do with paybacks. It’s also reminder to save those school pictures so you can continue to delight in their sweet, young faces.
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.