Act #257: Never stop nurturing a kid's creativity.
My son can lose himself for hours in drawing. In awful, intangible, incomprehensible detailed scratches of exquisite scenes. Three-headed monsters, aliens he conjured up in his little brain. Trees that came alive. Little monkeys riding bicycles. Mommy as a superhero. But most of the time, only he can tell what the pictures are. So after a while, I showed my obligatory support, told him his pictures were cool and interesting, but secretly, I had resigned myself to the fact that I should probably start exposing him to music lessons or something else. Clearly, I did not have a young Van Gogh on my hands. And then one day, my husband came home with three large packs of drawing paper and pencils. I asked him what they were for and he told me they were for our son. But, have you seen the plate of spaghetti he drew, honey? My husband went on to explain that he never wanted our son to stop drawing. That it didn't matter whether or not he was good at it, but only that he loved it so much. He always wanted to support and nurture him to do that which brought him joy. And I never felt so tiny. And I went straight to the fridge and taped up the world's most beautiful picture of a one-eyed alien octopus spaghetti monster EVER.