My daughter’s world isn’t made of words—it’s made of colors, strokes, and endless imagination. Give her a blank sheet, and she’ll turn it into a masterpiece before I can even sip my coffee! While I see a messy rainbow, she sees a sunset over a magical land. While I see a scribbled cat with questionable anatomy, she insists it’s a “realistic lion.”
Her love for drawing started young—walls, books, even her hands became her first canvases. Instead of scolding, I embraced it (though I secretly wished she’d spare my important documents). Now, every corner of our home is an art gallery, with smiling suns, dancing stick figures, and vibrant houses with hearts for windows.
As a mother, nothing fills me with more pride than watching her lost in creativity, her tiny fingers smudged with colors, her eyes sparkling with joy. Her art isn’t just about pictures; it’s about dreams, emotions, and a world where nothing is impossible.
One day, she might paint on grander canvases, but for now, every fridge magnet holding her artwork is a trophy. And as her biggest fan, I’ll always be there, clapping, cheering, and occasionally wiping crayon marks off the furniture!
Each stroke of her pencil tells a silent tale,
A world of beauty in lines so frail.
With every shade, her dreams take flight,
Turning paper into magic, pure and bright.
Her fingers dance with effortless grace,
Sketching emotions time cannot erase.
What a joy to see her art unfold,
A heart so young, yet a talent so bold.
Her sketches whisper, her passion glows,
In her little hands, a masterpiece grows.
Sharon's Read And Reflect 
very nice
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Thank you 😊
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