Finley does art for hours each day he loves it. This week he brought art to his teacher. He stood in his little line, waiting for her to come, and a boy told him it was ugly. I encouraged him that sometimes people with sad hearts don’t know how to be kind. That maybe he wished he could create things with lines like he can.
Tonight at baseball practice he brought a a little back pack, we didn’t know what was in it. He told us he drew a picture for each of his friends on the team (all on his own), folded up each one and packed them to give out. He called each friend over and gave it to them. I watched, and hoped, they would be kind.
And the boys were so kind and were genuinely happy to get his folded up papers with art on them.