I am learning perspective…
To see life from my son’s perspective.
Not through my perspective of life when I was his age, but truly his perspective.
To acknowledge, embrace, celebrate the person he is, and is becoming.
We were both given the same materials and same instructions, and yet our paintings are so different.
And still they have the same sense of serenity and peace.
His trees are bigger, his colors darker, his brush strokes more defined.
My creation is mostly sky and water, with blended wisps of bright colors taking flight off the canvas.
As individual pieces, they are each beautiful.
Side by side, to me, they evoke magic.
The majesty of our Creator,
The bond of motherhood,
The splendor of nature,
The possibilities yet to be realized.
I’m just beginning to understand this gift I call my Son,
just as he begins to stretch his wings.