It’s not easy being a toddler: Being surrounded by big people all the time, most of them strangers pretending to be your best friend. Bumping into hard corners. Finding something delicious on the floor only to have your mom swat it out of your hand. Getting overwhelmed with an intense desire to want something but having no way to explain what it is.
I think that’s why I love watching her create. It must be so satisfying to grip a crayon and watch lines of color appear where there used to be nothing. To be in control and be left alone. To leave your mark somewhere, and walk away and come back and see that it’s still there. That smile, those pursed lips, that little body leisurely sprawled out. I love it. It’s a good reminder for me to take the time to create and leave my mark somewhere.