I chose not to.
Funny, I have been grappling with being marginalized in my world, details not to be gone into. I'd been cutting, gluing and drawing for children all day. However, I stopped being in my world and joined her in her "passion for art" world. I thoroughly enjoyed her glee as I shared a drawing of a rabbit or a parrot from my file. Maybe she is Mary Cassatt or Georgia O'Keefe or Berthe Morrisot in the making. Maybe she is a little girl that flat out loves art. I want to encourage that, I think, as I look for something else to spark her imagination.
|At my kitchen table back in Seattle.|
I give her a few of my supplies I have gotten from home along with some various drawings to copy or color. I give her glitter and colored tissue paper; she expresses such joy. She reminds me of, well, me, when I was a young girl loving every minute of anything to do with art or art supplies. We talk about starting an after school art club. Her eyes sparkle and she sends me a broad, isn't art great, fourth grade smile. She slips away cheerfully with all her new treasures in her pink backpack while I think......
maybe I came to Morocco for her.