A panel of women discussed a study stating: no matter what the income, background, or education children become successful due to one reason. Their parents spent a great deal of time with them. A few women on the panel proposed, “That’s not fair. Let’s make a law to forbid spending time ones children.”
When I was young my mother answered my complaints, “Life’s not fair.” I’m glad she taught me to keep working at my goals when life was hard. If my life had been ‘fair’ my art would have be mushy instead of strong. As a mother I decided buy books, to read to my children, and leave those books out in a prominent place for years and years. My children could look through them on their own and as my children grew they’d be constantly reminded of those reading times together.
When they came home bemoaning, ‘Life’s not fair!’ they’d be reminded, ‘But Mom loves me.” And, on those days they decided, “Mom doesn’t understand. Not fair!” they’d see the books and remember, “But, Mom cherishes me.”
Below are two pages from my book, ‘Dragon’s Tale’. The illustrations are drawn in crayola crayon, perhaps you’ll like them.
Finally Anna bounced up like a bunny, twisted in her chair, and reached for the round cake with the lavender squiggles. She closed her mouth around the central star of frosting and said, “Yesterday we were in the apple tree eating cookies.”
“And, of course Iva Lou ate hers with worms on top. And, she said she’s always thought she could be friends with a boy..
“Then why can’t I see her?” Paul asked. “If she wants to meet a boy this is what she should do. Your dragon needs to come right now and right here then she can meet me.”