The little magical moments that only children can give

As a child I had a terrible stutter. But I could draw. So I buried myself in my pencils, erasers, razor blades and drew on any surface I could find. In high school my stutter eased off so I pretty much lifted my head from my scribbling, talked myself into and out of everything to (over)compensate for years of embarrassment.

One of my biggest regrets is not exploring that gift to the max when I was younger and had all the time in the world. But it’s also one of my life’s greatest joys that not only did my first born warrior daughter inherit this gift, by all accounts she will be way better than I ever was! I can’t wait to see how far she takes this! And also attend classes with her and remind my adult self of the therapy that art is.

Here is to the little magical moments that only our little humans can give!