I always wanted to be an artist. In my over active imagination I could visualize images of great, intense beauty, but when I put pencil to paper, nothing happened. Frustrated, I gave up. Yes, I took the requisite art class in highschool, and yes, managed to eek out a pencil drawing that was of “B” value, but nothing else. I realized my art talent was in acting, singing, sewing, design…
Now, I have an artist living in my home. He is 6.5 years old and can “draw me under the table”! What is especially interesting to me, is that inspite of him not being flesh of my flesh, and bone of my bone, he has inherited my intense love of all things art. I envy his ability to draw from his imagination. I am amazed at his ability to remember famous pieces of art that we have looked at. The other day, he was working on an assignment for history, and there, on his sketch pad was a face from “Guernica”.
But with this passion and gift, comes a lot of pain. It’s hard as an artist to hear the word “no”. It pains me to tell him “no” when he wants to do his own thing and not follow the instructions. Frankly, I would rather narrate what he has drawn, than what he was supposed to draw. Temperance, patience, restraint.
I look forward to seeing the world through his eyes as he grows, and wonder what the Lord has in store for his life. May he never lose this passion, this magical imagination and desire to creatively express himself.
Love you ever so much, Dear Boy.