That's Me All Over

I am sure it is a bit narcissistic of me but I love it when I become a character in a child's writing.

When their creative juices are flowing children can be amazingly prolific. This means that often times bits of paper containing their latest efforts blanket just about every surface in our room. And they show all of it to me.

Over the years there have been many depictions of me drawn by children ranging in age from about three to nine years old.

There are the flattering pictures showing the cool, confident teacher, others of me being silly and then there are those where I barely resemble a person...

But in all of them I am there with a big smile on my face.

I may not have a nose or fingers or a neck but there is always the smile.

A friend of mine does art therapy with prison inmates and it is really interesting to hear her speak about how telling a simple drawing can be.

Size, proportion, location, detail and lack of detail all (evidently) carry such weight.

I have never been any good at reading into these things but I do find it fascinating.

If all the kids drew me scowling or frowning it would concern me so since I always seem to appear happy in their eyes why not celebrate that?

Yippee!!

Keep it up dear children!