All of us are placed on this earth and
given a gift, a talent. Some people go through life never knowing what that
gift is, which is quite sad. When my son was four he drew a picture of a half
moon. At the time, at first I thought it was cute, then another thought was
could he possibly be a budding artist. Sometimes, you need to go with your gut.
Now I know that some people might say that he was just a pre-schooler and he
really didn't know what he was doing, but here is the thing, I did at the time,
think twice, but knew in the back of my mind that if his parents were creative,
then maybe he would stand a better chance of taking those genes to the next
level.
For a while I let his talent go. He
never said anything about it nor did I. When he was in elementary school and
middle school none of the teachers mentioned it, so his gift was placed on the
shelf and collected dust. By the time he entered high school he had art classes
and always earned an "A", but
it wasn't until his junior year that his art teacher brought to my attention
that he was a very gifted artist and she really wanted him to attend an art
school. Her approached reaffirmed what I knew when he was four years old. I
knew then that I wasn't just a mother who thought her child was another genius.
No, I knew he was smart, but I knew he had something else: a God given talent
that I wanted him to show to the world.
I asked him, right after I spoke to her,
did he want to go to art school after he graduated and he said he had
considered it. I know some people are more practical and insist that their
children major in something that "make sense," but that is not
encouraging your child. That is fear, not having faith, and putting your own
comfort ahead of your child.
Face it, a child is born and you take
care of him/her, but we do not own our children nor do we own their lives and
newsflash: we don't always know what's best for them. If that were the case
then we all would be billionaires. Life is suppose to be about love and faith,
not about sorrow and regret. Too many times we can recall something we could
have or should have done, but that is your problem not your child's. A child is
not asked to be born. Think about it, when was the last time a child came down
and tapped you on the shoulder and asked you to give birth to him/her. I always
gave my son respect, therefore he respects me. He is a grown man and to this
day will ask for my advice and I ask for his, because, as I said, nobody knows
everything. The art school he attended was a bust, but with his talent he
really did not have to go.
There were mistakes made along the way,
but I am happy and so is he that he was encouraged to live his life, after all
I won't be with him always and at least I can say that I wasn't that
overbearing mother and I didn't let him make his own mistakes. He can always
say that his mother let him be himself but was there when he needed her. And
that's all any of us can ask for.
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