|I didn't say she wasn't weird. I said she was shy.|
Once you get to know the kid you realize several things:
|Myrtle Beach: Paper, clipboard, bag of pens|
1. She's smart. Seriously smart. Her command of sarcasm and witty puns is spectacular. (She's barely passing math, but she's killing it with the one-liners on a regular.)
2. She's funny. She always, always gets the joke and is frequently making them.
3. She's talented. We competed in Elementary Fine Arts (which is what I'm getting around to) and she had to fill out this "Artist's Concept Form" explaining how she came up with the idea and how long the piece took her to make, (don't worry, I'm going to explain this further), but "It took me one minute" is the truth. It did take her one minute. Which is mind blowing. And that brings us to...
|The Sticks. Lilly's musical instrument.|
|We never go anywhere without paper, clip board, and bag of pens|
And to get her up there with the band, the choir director had to promise (and promise and promise and promise) that the music stand and the music would cover up not just her face but her entire upper body from the view of the crowd. The stubborn child also refused to walk up on the stage by herself. She wanted me to walk on with her and sit beside her the entire time. I bargained until we reached the agreement that I would walk up there with her, get her seated, and then sit on the front row.
|Ice Cream Shop: Paper, clipboard, bag of pens.|
|Candy Store: Paper, clipboard, bag of pens.|
1. Walk into the church by herself. (She sat outside the door on the steps one time until I came out looking for her thirty minutes later when she didn't come in from Sunday School.)
2. Walk into the school by herself. (See: People looking at her.)
3. Talk to people she doesn't know. (And sometimes to those she does know.)
4. Order food in a restaurant. (She would starve slap to death first.)
5. Go back for seconds. (Again, people looking at her.)
That is some serious stage fright, Folks.
So, now back to Fine Arts...
Our school has a state-wide elementary competition featuring art, drama, speech, music, choir, band--so many wonderful talents. The Little Flower is an artist. She has a talent that no one else in the household has--she can express herself on a piece of paper in seconds. She can turn anyone into a cartoon and capture mood, movement, expression, emotion in several strokes of a pen. It's amazing to watch.
|Ink on white paper colored pencils. "The Escape"|
Well, since the stick/cymbal playing was out of the question (naturally) I wanted her to participate in the one thing she is gifted in--art. Then she asked the Big Question:
Who is going to be looking at it?
Me: Judges. Your Classmates. Your Teachers. Everyone.
Me: But, Lil, it's a gift that God has given you and you need to share it.
Lilly: No. I'll share it with Donovin (her best friend).
|Ink on white paper colored pencils "Ship Crash"|
Lilly: God is doing all right without my help.
Me: (Sigh) We are filling out the paperwork and you are entering two categories. No more discussion.
Lilly: I don't think God likes you FORCING ME to do stuff.
Me: Yes, He does. That's why I'm the mom and you are my child.
Lilly: (pout) Fine. But I don't want to SEE anyone looking at it.
|Ink on White Paper Monochromatic 2nd Place "The Nativity"|
|Ink and colored pencils on white paper 1st Place Polychromatic "Inside Outside"|
That's right, Friends and Neighbors, I'm raising the Emily Dickinson of the art world.
(And no advice on how you would address any of those Little Flower issues, please. I'll raise mine and you raise yours, thank you very much. We think she's perfectly wonderful exactly as she is. Eccentric is Awesome in Johnsonville in every possible way.)
|Ink on white paper Self Portrait "Avatar"|
|Self Awareness is a Gift|