The Irishman she drew while looking at a picture. The Knight she drew without reference. Both were remarkable, in my humble motherly opinion.
Today when walking home from school I stopped to chat with Mrs. King, our art teacher. I told her about the pictures and how proud I was of her critical eye, artistic hand and patient demeanor. She really takes her time and has a lot of pride in her work. You can even see it in her penmanship. Mrs. King was grateful and asked me to send her pictures of the drawings. She told me how much she liked watching her work and then she told me "she always hums when she draws." Really? I didn't know. How is it I haven't noticed this? What else have I missed? It makes me sad that while living in our day to day chaos I am missing parts of my children. I am not seeing the whole of them. I want to listen and see better. I must tune in to make sure I know who they really are not just who I think they are.
Mrs. King replied to the email I sent writing, "I see her patience with changing colors for finesse, her neatness and effort at staying within the lines, her understanding of the depth on the knight (no second leg showing!). This artwork is more typical of what I see in 6th graders. She will be so much fun to watch! Plus, knowing that this pleases you is SO important to her development as an artist!
It is one of her many gifts!"
All of our girls have many gifts. We are remarkably blessed. I am so grateful to have people in our lives that further nurture these gifts. Gifts that I lack and don't fully understand. In absence of Mrs. King I wouldn't know that "changing colors for finesse," or an "understanding of depth" are skills to be appreciated in art. Skills to be appreciated when I really see Eleanor.
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