Friday, October 30, 2009
A child's artwork = a glimpse into the inner psyche.
I mentioned in my last post that yesterday was G's parent-teacher conference. No big surprises here-- she's a sweet kid, a little hesitant to speak in class, and often times a little distracted. Mike and I both agreed that this is a totally accurate assessment. And I tell you this, not sarcastically, or in a way that suggests I am disappointed in imperfections in my kids--but because I believe I can only be a good parent if I understand the things that my children struggle with. I also do not believe it is a breach of G's privacy to share them, because we are being purposeful with recognizing our imperfections, and not being ashamed of them. Owning them, and working on them.
G is also our very predictable kid. As of her first 7 years, she hasn't thrown us for too many loops. Children 2, 3 and 4...yet to be determined, but HIGHLY more likely to set the class gerbil free.
In any case, every child in G's class drew a family picture and none were labeled--so we got to pick out which one was our small clan. Four children definitely gives it away.
Or maybe it was Mike's rather large ears and hands. Or L's freakishly tiny frame (again, accurate).
But. The thing that gives it away completely?
In G's rendering, these four children are wearing matching outfits. It appears this little obsession of mine has morphed into a defining characteristic of our family.
Happy Halloween weekend!