That was okay with me - just because I found them endlessly fulfilling did not mean my children had to. I knew they would find their own pursuits. But at the same time that she was scoffing at my life, she was bemoaning the fact that her father, brother and I had all the talent in the family and she had none. This went on for some time. Frequently.
Now, this was from a child who exhibited her own talents in many ways. When she was in the sixth grade, she created a wonderful ceramic bowl which I held my breath about when she was deciding who to give it to. The inside is as interesting as the glaze on the outside - pressed clay forms the bowl shape and the glaze is darker in the minute cracks than on the surface. Clay flower buds lay inside as if dropped in the bowl while they were gathered. I love this bowl and that it was molded by Christina's hands.
I still have her little paper canoe, made for an elementary school Thanksgiving project many years ago which sports a campfire in its center. We still share a chuckle about that. If I remember right, she just wanted the occupants to be warm.
When she was in her late teens, I was working in the studio and she mentioned again about her lack of talent in relation to the rest of the family. I decided enough was enough and gave her a drawing project to tackle along side me. The more she drew, the better it became and her confidence soared.
I never heard disparaging remarks about her 'lack of talent' again.
|Christina's first oil painting 5/11|
Mostly, I just like to do things with her and that is all that matters.