Monday, February 4, 2013

My Side of the Mountain


I told my daughter about one of my favorite stories I read over and over as a child. And how I always wanted to run away and live in a tree. Just like Sam did in My Side of the Mountain a book written by Jean Craighead George.  We are reading it together.

An hour later she gave me this picture. Here is my tree..


Nattie's Painting of my Treehouse
 I love my child because she listens when it hurts the most, and I never knew until I saw she made a dream come true.

Brushing away the years .. and tears.. I thought ..

Forever she has asked me to paint or draw something for her. So late, late, late in the night, I picked up a brush and told her this was my nightdream for her, and it helped me go to sleep.  I haven't painted in watercolor for 25 years. I like charcoal and pastels.



Her happiness over finding this blob on the kitchen table makes so many things possible.

It takes one little girl to make another little girl realize it doesn't hurt anymore.


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