Joel and I were doing artwork together today. He is innately more gifted and talented than I. In fact, I don't believe I am gifted in art, but I enjoy practicing and teaching it to children. Joel, on the other hand, could make a career of it when he grows up. We've seen God-given ability in him since he was three.
So, there we were at the table, me with my pastels, he with his pencil. My project was half finished when he started his.
"Mom," he said, matter-of-factly. "You're my master."
I laughed. "What? Your master?"
"Yeh. You taught me how to draw. You're my master."
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
You're my master
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