Ending a Marriage
Right now I look around this house at a large painting left drying on the coffee table, a smaller hand-drawn coloring beside it. My 4 year old’s scribbles and paint strokes. She woke up this morning hoping to paint something. I found her hiding in her closet painting the trash she could find (a toilet paper roll, a ripped piece of cardboard, and some sort of plastic container from one of her previous art sets). As a firm believer in creative outlets, I grabbed a large piece of an old Amazon box and let her have at it. In the end she was covered in paint and there were even a few drops splashed across her clothes. I could walk through the kitchen right now and admire the drops of royal purple on the linoleum I forgot to wipe up afterward.
