Today I found Ella in the kitchen drawing a still life of fruit. First each piece individually, then a crayon sketch, and then she asked me for the water colors. I had planned for us to get out of the house and walk to Mindful Mamas, so I hesitated. “Mom, please, I have a great idea and I just want to try?”
(Her photo of the bowl of fruit (and a sweet potato) from her POV)
This lateral thinking, of “How many ways can I look at this one thing?” is something I feel like we lose as we get older, as we are educated to the “right” way to interpret the world. The apple is not a house, the bowl is not a rainbow, the day is slipping away and we have thing to accomplish. Perhaps it’s the season, my age, or the lack of sleep, but I have reached a point lately where I just want things they way I want them, and when things invariably go another direction, I dig my feet down and refuse to move. Sometimes the hardest thing is to say “Yes” and see the opportunities, not the obstacles; to roll up the rug and paint instead of forcing everyone to go in my direction.
Luckily, I have some very wise little teachers.
(Alice: “My fruit is all yucky! Squish squish, smelly fruit!”)