Things that inspire me to write #68: My son

boy, graffiti, graphiti

 

A trip to the recycling bin is no longer a trip to the recycling bin, but an epic quest with Spiderman and Iceman to locate Dora’s lost macaroni. An orange is not an orange, but a dinosaur egg / woodpecker egg. And of course, bed time stories are always up for revision–why shouldn’t the three bears have a Ferrari?

In honor of Children’s Day I thought I would take a moment to appreciate my two year old son’s imagination—which never takes a break, sees no boundaries or limitations, and is always providing me with unique and fresh perspectives on life—every little bit of it. He teaches me every day what it really means to be an artist.

So thank you Sandon, you inspire me.

 

4 thoughts on “Things that inspire me to write #68: My son

  1. Love, love, love this post. I have a 3-year old daughter who makes me laugh and inspires me every day. Being a mother can be so hard and so wonderful at the same time. I love everything about it. 🙂

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