This guy…the camera comes out and he has to make sure to get in at least one goofy face. He likes to make us laugh. I love that about him.
I found an old art project at my parents’ house – a perspective drawing I did of a soda fountain on our Main Street. So random to find, but I brought it home knowing I had a 9 year old boy who would be all about it.We had a little perspective drawing lesson…While one was doing a perspective drawing, another was making a flag, another making a checkerboard and another organizing the pencils in rainbow order.I’ve taken a hundred versions of this photo. It is a lesson on perspective for me. I know all too soon those little feet will be touching the ground.Those feet will be touching the ground and those hands will be typing papers on subjects like Archimedes and Roman gods instead of making rainbows. Well, maybe they’ll still be making rainbows, but it will all look a little different. My oldest is constantly giving me a lesson on perspective.He is going to be 12 in a few days. He likes to remind me of how many years I have left before he plans on moving out and experiencing life on his own. I am pretty sure I liked to do the same to my parents when I was growing up. 6 – 7 years. That is what he tells me I have left with him. 7 only because we have a few big family dreams that he wants to stick around for! The phases of life are so strange. It seems like one moment I am looking forward to something and all the sudden that phase has come and gone. I’m looking forward to the teenage years, but I know in an instant they’ll be gone.
Perspective. Little feet not able to reach the ground. Hands bigger than mine typing research papers. Seeing both helps me appreciate the beauty they each hold.
“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.”
~ Abraham Lincoln