Did you know that yesterday was a holiday? And that there was NO school?
Well, I didn’t. Until I showed up at Jennifer’s house to pick up her child to take to school. After I rang her doorbell several times, she opened the door in pretty PJs and her hair all (sigh) askew in a really cute and fabulous way and looked at me like I was from Mars (where school is in session!)
Yes, it was on my calendar in big black Sharpie letters – NO SCHOOL! – but I seem to have trouble operating a calendar. Too many moving parts.
Several not-that-great things about this situation: 1) I got dressed and put on make up for no reason. Dude asks me why I bother to do that just to drive the kids to school and I tell him because if I don’t, the next logical step is going to Wal-Mart in my pajamas and slippers, so it’s a preventative measure. 2) I woke, fed and dressed my sleeping child for no reason and 3) I had a really pressing matter to attend to and now I had a really pressing child to attend to and the two pressing matters were not compatible.
So Sean and I went back home with his little lunch box and my dream of working on a very pressing matter and we put both in the fridge for the next day.
Let me be honest here. When Jennifer answered the door and informed me that there was no school (and didn’t even flare her nostrils!) I didn’t not leap off the ground and punch the air with my fist and shout “Yes!” In fact, I may have dropped my chin to my chest and mumbled something under my breath, something more or less like “Crud!”
This was not how I envisioned spending my day.
So yesterday, the pressing matter went unattended while Sean and I set up an art studio in the kitchen and painted all kinds of pictures.
Sean really is a pretty good little artist, but his conceptual skills are somewhat ahead of his abilities, so sometimes he miscalculates how much space he will need for the composition he has in mind, which is typical for a 5-year-old. And this is very frustrating for him.
At one point, after painting one little circle on the paper, he sighed loudly and huffed and asked for another piece of paper. And being the mean mom I am, I said no and told him to turn the paper over. With an elaborate expression of discontent and duress, he turned the paper over, drew another little circle somewhere in middle of the paper and huffed and sighed again and stated that he realllly needed another piece of paper.
I told him that in art, as in life, you can’t just get a new piece of paper when something doesn’t work out the way you envisioned it. I told him that his job as an artist was to re-think the composition, to accept the challenge of seeing what he could do with that misplaced circle. I told him that often mistakes are opportunities for something wonderful to come into your life that you had not planned on.
Like spending the day painting pictures with your five-year-old.