What does love look like?
In one whole year of Kindy, Master O came home with a total of one painting.
It was a hurried masterpiece of brown and black paint covering the entirity of a piece of paper. A storm he called it. He may be many things, but in all honesty an artsit is not one of them. But his new teacher refuses to believe me, for he has flourished under her care and suddenly wants to draw at every opportunity…..
This is a picture of his prep teacher. For his prep teacher.
Complete with short grey hair, red shoes and skin an attractive shade of green? Maybe she was coming down with something? Of course all five year old pictures are accompanied by the compulsory sun in the corner and multi petaled flower. And that would have been enough. I am sure given his picture drawing history his teacher (and Mummy) would have been over the moon.
But this time there was something new…..
There on the right in all its pink crayon glory, a love heart. Captioned in his steady scrawl by those four little letters. L O V E. Love that he loves his teacher. Love him. Love this drawing. A piece of paper skillfully drawn upon with the time taken to record the most important details. Yep that’s what love looks like…
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