100th Post

So I want to write something witty and eloquent, for this my 100th post but find it all escapes me. I am just me, and not witty and only rarely eloquent. So this is it.
My 100th post.
Yippee!
Since I began this blog, and began my Artist's Way journal I have felt a relief and release. I have to give credit to God, because this has been a spiritual journey, and praying and reading His Word has been a huge part of my creative breakthrough. And I still have a long way to go.

Even though I haven't been doing my Artist's Way religiously, I have been taking some of the principals I learned from the book and they have helped. What I have been doing "religiously" is the yearly bible reading plan. I have been making time for myself to sketch and pray and give all the old, painful hurts and emotions over to God and with His grace and help, not continuing to nurse or wallow in them.




And now for something completely different....





He is my bob.
I say this (He is my bob) to myself about 5 times a day now. And when I do, I see a picture of a stick figure man with a smile on his face, in a field of flowers, with a sunny blue sky and birds flying over his head. "He is my bob" is written underneath the picture. It is a picture my 6-year-old Calvin drew, and it is of Big Daddy. It makes me happy in a way that I will try to describe. It took me two days, of looking at it on the fridge where Calvin proudly posted it, to realize that what Calvin meant is "He is my dad." I know that Kindergarten aged kids reverse letters and numbers often, and it shouldn't have taken me that long to figure it out. When you look closely at the "o" in Calvin's "bob" it's an "a" also written backwards. Thinking of this picture makes me happy because it perfectly illustrates a child's sweet, innocent love and faith in his dad. The little "mistake" isn't so much a mistake as a translation problem when viewed through the reality of Calvin's age, ability and understanding. Calvin has complete trust, love and admiration for his dad. Not even reversing the letters can change that. There is a universal truth, and it comes shinning through if you just pause to look at that simple, colorful and beautiful picture and it's words for a few minutes. I missed it for a couple of days, but I finally got it, and I thank my Heavenly Dad for that. So when I say "he is my bob" to myself, and it makes me grin. It's an inside joke and a calming meditation I do with myself to remind me of how good it is to be a child who has a Daddy that loves them, and I mean that on several levels. I am grateful for the father of my children. I am grateful for the father I had. And I am most grateful to my Heavenly Father.



Some of the things children say and do give me much amusement and joy. Sometimes I think I have the best job in the world. Today one of my 4-year-old students said, "Ms. e.b., we're going to my Mom's ammy!" I said, "Do you mean, Miami?" "No," she said, "It's My Mom's Ammy!" This same student informed me that I am no longer a princess when I wear sneakers to work instead of my usual sandals.