Merry (almost) Christmas! I’m so pleased to have a post of mine up on Cara Meredith’s site, for her series “the little things.” I get to read her writing on SheLoves AND share membership in the Redbud Writer’s Guild with her. The post went up early today, but I was traveling all day and hanging out with my (really, truly) lovely in-laws. But now I’m here, sharing these words with you. Cara, thanks for hosting me 🙂
“Look, Mama,” my youngest said.
I was at my desk, a few feet from our dining table. Both my daughters were busy with markers and colored pencils; stray copy paper and card stock littered the shining surface.
I pressed send on my email, then got up and walked over to her.
And almost gasped with surprise.
She’d drawn a girl. A girl with a circle for a head, and a body: torso like a rectangle, arms like blocks, plump hands at the ends of each. The girl wore a dress, she had curly hair, she was smiling up at me with joy.
My daughter drawing wasn’t notable. No, she and her big sister used reams of paper every month.
What surprised me was that yesterday, and the day before , and the days and weeks before that, her way of drawing people had been completely different.
They were stick figures, torsos a slender stem. Arms stick straight to the side like a T. Legs also to the side, parallel to the arms, as if each figure were a gymnast doing the splits.
Both ways of drawing were dear. Both wonderful. Both made me smile.
But both were completely, absolutely different.
In one day….
Kids. They change so fast, don’t they? But you know what? We adults do too. Except we’ve forgotten how much we can astonish ourselves. Guys, head on over to Cara’s site to read the rest.