Each Friday when I pick Bobo up from preschool, I collect the stack of artwork and projects that have accumulated in her little labeled folder over the week. When we get home, we talk about the pictures, occasionally reattach any stray pompoms and macaroni pieces, and display the best ones on the refrigerator.
Until recently, the drawings sent home have been unintelligible scribbles and blobs of colors. And then, an amazing transformation occurred. Seemingly overnight, the art projects started resembling recognizable shapes and forms.
Recognizable to a trained preschooler’s eye, that is. Some have been easy for me to figure out.
… but, as it turns out, was actually another portrait of me. Apparently, when I was having a bad hair day.
I didn’t have to try to decipher this one. Bobo couldn’t wait to show this to me…
…and explain that it was a picture of our family. From left to right, it’s Bobo, Momma, Chip and Daddy.
Four little circles, some lines and a partial signature by the artist. She didn’t know it, but she actually drew my heart on that paper.
Without a doubt, that’s one for the refrigerator.