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COloring outside my lines
April 2016
~ ~ ~
Dearest Daughter M,
You love school. You love school because you have friends to “hang out” with, no more play dates. The academic part of school challenges you at times. Even though you studied science this past week, your grade is less than expected, considering the work you put forth. I told you, I would take your phone away, but I know you gave it your best effort, so you get to keep your phone. I am proud of you for your work ethic. Mastering science may not be your calling, but your strengths outweigh any knowledge of scientific terminology.
School pushes you to learn and tests you on factual information, but the beauty of you lies in your heart. As an artist, you move through life at a slower pace. This is the lesson you teach. I, a doer, need “art” in my life.
Perhaps, this is why you are here? To teach us all how to “slow down”. You enjoy friends, new experiences, and social activities. I on the other hand, want to get things done, conscious of time. Being alone is my preference. We balance each other. You push me beyond my comforts, inviting friends over and changing the schedule repeatably, as the need arises.
“Going with the flow” is new to me. It is clique expression these days, but truth. I like order and control. With an artistic, teenage daughter, who prefers being in the moment and mess, I struggle.
My expectations are high for myself, and are projected onto you. You accuse me of “funny looks” or ask me “what is wrong,” when I don’t even know the turbulence inside of me shows on my face.
Life is your art. I will attempt to be less concerned with your academic performance and more concerned with your artistic endeavors, balancing the two.
My goal is to sit down and color with you.
Love,
Mom
~ ~ ~
Susan J. McFarland
www.susanjmcfarland.com
~ ~ ~
Dearest Daughter M,
You love school. You love school because you have friends to “hang out” with, no more play dates. The academic part of school challenges you at times. Even though you studied science this past week, your grade is less than expected, considering the work you put forth. I told you, I would take your phone away, but I know you gave it your best effort, so you get to keep your phone. I am proud of you for your work ethic. Mastering science may not be your calling, but your strengths outweigh any knowledge of scientific terminology.
School pushes you to learn and tests you on factual information, but the beauty of you lies in your heart. As an artist, you move through life at a slower pace. This is the lesson you teach. I, a doer, need “art” in my life.
Perhaps, this is why you are here? To teach us all how to “slow down”. You enjoy friends, new experiences, and social activities. I on the other hand, want to get things done, conscious of time. Being alone is my preference. We balance each other. You push me beyond my comforts, inviting friends over and changing the schedule repeatably, as the need arises.
“Going with the flow” is new to me. It is clique expression these days, but truth. I like order and control. With an artistic, teenage daughter, who prefers being in the moment and mess, I struggle.
My expectations are high for myself, and are projected onto you. You accuse me of “funny looks” or ask me “what is wrong,” when I don’t even know the turbulence inside of me shows on my face.
Life is your art. I will attempt to be less concerned with your academic performance and more concerned with your artistic endeavors, balancing the two.
My goal is to sit down and color with you.
Love,
Mom
~ ~ ~
Susan J. McFarland
www.susanjmcfarland.com