The red homework folder sits on the counter, right next to the empty lunchbox. I open it and find the usual stack of completed school papers, a new lunch menu, and a drawing. I sort. Recycling, recycling, show to Papi when he’s home, recycling, recycling, put in the sheet protector for the month… I come to the picture.
Nathan doesn’t usually draw with much detail. He despises drawing people the most. It’s not that he dislikes art - he actually really likes sitting down and working on a guided activity. But drawing for his regular class falls under “unnecessary” for him. This drawing has more detail than usual, so I look closer. I call Nathan over. “Do you want to tell me about your drawing today?” I ask. “Sure. We were supposed to draw a house with different levels. So this is the downstairs, the main floor, and then upstairs,” he points as he talks. “And these are the people.” On the main floor he points to a pair. “This is me, and this is a girl. She’s the mom.” He points upstairs. “And these are two of our kids. And down in the basement is our other kid. I put three because that’s how many kids you and Papi decided was good. So that’s probably good for me too. You know.” He gestures with both hands, as if that point is self-explanatory. I smile. It’s a cute little kid answer to what life might hold down the road. It’s sweet to see how he’s applied his current life to his future life. Some days stick figures are just stick figures. And some days they’re filled with a little story meant for a mom’s heart.
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Hannanabanana
3/21/2022 02:31:45 pm
That’s very sweet! I like how he had his answers that made perfect sense to him. Also how is inspired by you
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