Today I saw a picture I drew when I was just a month shy of turning 4-years-old. I was actually impressed with my mad drawing skills, because I am definitely not an artist. I do remember taking an art class in high school and liking it but I have never had the urge to draw.
My oldest daughter always asks me why I keep certain things such as pictures she has colored, or artwork from daycare in a drawer with her baby book, and I always remind her it’s for her memories. But also mine. Childhood goes so fast. I hope that one day when I look at it, or she looks at it, we can reminisce about her likes and dislikes at this age. About what she was interested in. I think we forget to be creative as we age. We lose the time. We lose the desire with all of life’s responsibilities. We get caught up in the have-to’s and not the want-to’s of life.
I absolutely do not remember being 4-years-old, but one thing I find interesting with this picture is — it is a sunflower. At least that’s my take on it. I love sunflowers. They are my favorite. Always have been. I guess even at a young age we are drawn to certain things.