Flowers 5

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

flowers 5

Tonight, Mason dropped by unannounced for a hug.  I opened the door wearing my painting apron, brush in hand. “I knew you’d be painting,” he said. “I can only stay a minute–Mom wants me back on a schedule before school starts, so I have to go to bed early.”

We commiserated about the reality of childhood bedtimes. “I’m going to bed early tonight, too,” I told him, “but of course, it’s different when you’re an adult. No one tells you when to go bed. Bet you can’t wait for that, huh?”  He smiled.

“Well, come see the painting real quick, kiddo.”

Mason walked into the studio and gave it a 3-second look. “Still a rough draft,” he pronounced. “Okay, gotta go!”

He’s confident now, unphased by the mess. As if he knows I’m far from done, but trusts I’ll get there. I do, too.

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