A long while back, I will say I was about 7 or 8 years old, probably younger, I was home with my mom. I had a coloring book and with my mom watching and helping I shaded the pages with my pencil. It was more like practising puttin in shadows on a object in my painting paper now that I think about it. Well my aunty came in, yes one of those neighboorhood friends that becomes your aunty by extension, and she gave me a box of crayons. My eyes widened. Now I dont know exactly why I never had crayons then, but I will come to have many more from my parents later on in life they became a nuisance. That day, I started to put colors on my painting book, and it came alive. But somewhere deep within I felt guilt. The guilt that what my mom offered was not enough. I now look back, she didnt care much it seems, to her it was just all the same. Either I used a pencil or the crayons I was just offered. She was just happy I had something to do, and I bet an activity we can do together.
Ma, you may never get to read this, but Thank You for all the "pencils" you gave me, and the "crayons" you never seemed to mind.
3 comments:
O dear, maybe ur mom cared, she probably didnt think it meant much to u. do u still draw?
unknown blogger... no i havent drawn in a long time. too long i must say. i think at some point in time, i just lost the desire to in exchange for technology. i might start a class and who knows.
awwww
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