My kids are not allowed in my writing space. It's the one corner of our house that is exclusively mine and I guard it.
Two nights ago, I stayed up late, cleaning “my room.” I turned it upside down, rearranging the furniture, shelving piles of books, throwing stuff away.
This morning, I had to run downstairs for something, and I let Seth tag along. I was just going to run in and out.
He ooooed and ahhhed about the “new room” and then he plopped down on the floor, grabbed the marker and the poster board I was going to use for something else, and without asking, went to town.
My mouth opened to tell him to stop. That’s mine. I’m going to use it for something, but for some reason I didn't speak?
He worked quickly, completing his task in about 90 seconds. It looked like he’d ruined my board with just a bunch of random scribbles.
“I made a picture for you!” He beamed.
“Wow Seth.” I said, still a little irritated.
“What is it?” I asked.
“It’s you, holding me.”
11 comments:
Wowsers, Michelle. I've been to The Kemper Museum of Modern Art lately, and that stuff's got nothing on Seth.
LOVE that kid!!!
And you.
Well done. Congratulations on getting to the good part :)
Aw, a mini Da Vinci!
sweet boy.
seriously.
I f'ing hate it when they get all sweet like that, just when we had a good rant prepared!
What a lesson in that event and the art that came from it. A lesson in letting go to get something better. Thanks for sharing this!
Oh. *gulp*
*sniff*
:)
I can betcha that poster board never gets thrown away! Very beautiful moment, thanks for sharing.
this is why we are stil mommies...made me teary...of course being pregnant everything makes me teary but still, I think that these were legit non hormone tears.
Oh my! Breathless.
* Seth created another masterpiece on a doodle board over the weekend. He took it to Todd and said, "I want this on mommy's blog."
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