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My favorite mom moments are the plain every day moments that turn into something great. The other day, Kyle sat down to color. The result is this picture, and an honest look at myself through the eyes of my 3-year-old:

This picture is special for a few reasons. Kyle usually just scribbles. Before this drawing, he’d never drawn anything that resembles anything at all. He usually moves his crayon really fast in circles and calls it “fire.” This is his first portrait, really.  I took notes on a few of Kyle’s thoughts as he drew:

“I’m gonna color a picture for you, Mommy. Do you want me to draw your happy eyes or your mad eyes?” (He had tried to draw a picture of me before, right after I had put him on the naughty mat, and he told me he drew my “mad eyes”. This time, of course, I opted for “happy eyes” and I was flattered he asked.)  

I think the best part was that as he drew, he would pause to look up at me,  then add more to his drawing. It was as if he were an authentic artist at heart, wanting to draw as accurately as possible.

“Let me count your teeth.” He said. “One, two….” He counted 14 teeth. Ten on the top and apparently only four on the bottom.

In the end, I asked him what was on the very bottom of the picture. “That’s mommy’s leg, and that’s Andrew’s leg.” I was nursing Andrew at the time, so it makes sense. Still, I was proud of him for including his little brother. 

I told him how much I loved his drawing, and he said,  ”Yeah. It’s pretty nice.”

What a guy!

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