Mary tried to draw a butterfly the other morning. Well, she drew several, but by noon she’d broken down in tears, frustrated that she couldn’t draw the perfect creature she saw in her mind. “What you see as imperfections just make the pictures all the more perfect to me, Mary. And the more you draw, the better you’ll get.” She didn’t believe me. But Ethan had her calmed down shortly.
I didn’t see the picture he drew to cheer her up until today:
As many times as I’ve experienced this artistic plight, I really appreciated the “same with all of us too!” bit he added there at the end that applies it to life in general. I know what I want to do, and the kind of person I want to be. I’m keenly aware of how far off I am now. But I’ll keep trying. In the meantime, my kids really are perfect for me. 🙂