By Shannon McPherson
She sits at her table, her chubby fingers grasping the blue marker as she vigorously scribbles across the blank paper. She does not notice the smear of color spreading from her palm down to her elbow as she creates her masterpiece.
Her forehead wrinkles as she stares intently at her work. She leans back in her chair with a critical eye. She grabs a pink crayon and makes the slightest mark in the sea of blue.
When she considers her creation complete, when the mass of squiggles have formed the perfect picture, she holds it out to me.
“Momma!” she squeals.
Love it!
Well done, Shannon. I’m sure mother was proud of her little artist.