You know how there are certain places (read: shelves/drawers/wardrobes/cupboards) which are home to the junk accumulated over decades? Notwithstanding the fact that they eventually turn out to be treasure troves of sorts (like I discovered last weekend), I had been putting off clearing up the corner chest of drawers in our hall for eons. And when I finally got down to actually getting my hands dirty with it, the effort turned out to be well worth it.
Back when Sarah was a toddler, her favorite pastime would be ‘toddler art’ – we had coined this term at home to denote that the little tyke was hard at work, earnestly scratching away to glory in her drawing book with crayons, color pencils and sketch pens. This meant we had the luxury of a couple of moments (and more, if we were lucky) of peaceful ‘creative silence’, minus the usual bawling or tantrums.
I once committed the grave ‘mistake’ of introducing her to paints, thinking she’ll enjoy herself more than she did with crayons. And enjoy she did, immensely; with the result that I found blobs of red, purple and green on all the nearby surfaces (including the brand new sofa). Plus her arms, legs and face. Once we got over the initial shock of all the mess around, we managed to take a picture of her and it proudly adorns our photo gallery wall till date.
And now, the recent most addition to our refrigerator in the kitchen is some of the most exuberant art which probably exists on the face of this earth – a burst of color that perks me up every time I pass it by. Sarah’s first attempt at painting a couple of years ago. This was what I discovered in those chest of drawers the other day. And I am glad I decided to clean it out.
Back then, we didn’t realize we were making memories; we just knew we were having fun.
Back when Sarah was a toddler, her favorite pastime would be ‘toddler art’ – we had coined this term at home to denote that the little tyke was hard at work, earnestly scratching away to glory in her drawing book with crayons, color pencils and sketch pens. This meant we had the luxury of a couple of moments (and more, if we were lucky) of peaceful ‘creative silence’, minus the usual bawling or tantrums.
I once committed the grave ‘mistake’ of introducing her to paints, thinking she’ll enjoy herself more than she did with crayons. And enjoy she did, immensely; with the result that I found blobs of red, purple and green on all the nearby surfaces (including the brand new sofa). Plus her arms, legs and face. Once we got over the initial shock of all the mess around, we managed to take a picture of her and it proudly adorns our photo gallery wall till date.
And now, the recent most addition to our refrigerator in the kitchen is some of the most exuberant art which probably exists on the face of this earth – a burst of color that perks me up every time I pass it by. Sarah’s first attempt at painting a couple of years ago. This was what I discovered in those chest of drawers the other day. And I am glad I decided to clean it out.
Back then, we didn’t realize we were making memories; we just knew we were having fun.