Sometimes there are brief little moments that stop me mid day and cause me to reflect, catch my breath or just smile. It’s that feeling that you get when your cheeks feel a bit warm and your heart starts to beam with pride at something that someone else does or says that you think (or you hope) relates to you.
The other day while Liv was painting outdoors – brush in one hand, smudge of paint on cheek – I happened on one of those moments. I was finishing up my work day inside when Liv yelled back to the kitchen that I must come and see her masterpiece. I brought my camera for kicks, and as soon as I stepped out those doors and on to the deck to see her little hands at work I felt that pinch of joy.
It’s probably a preschooler thing across the board, but when Liv paints I am so happy. Having a creative knack is a serious pro in my book, one that I think that she gets primarily from her daddy’s side of the family.
But it wasn’t so much that she thinks painting is really cool at the ripe old age of two that made me so happy in that moment, it was actually that I recognized – almost to a t – the little piece of art that she was creating.
I’ve come to two conclusions. The first is that Liv loves our art time together and is maybe even inspired into copying her momma (cue the warm cheeks feeling). The second is that I paint like a two-year-old.
I’m cool with either. And maybe it’s just mom goggles that have me all sentimental over a painting that Liv quickly set aside, ready and waiting for a new blank canvas, but this Liv drawing is going up on the wall asap.
PS Now this is what I call going green on the creative level – upcycled washing machine drum?
