When our children were small they doodled on paper all the time. Sometimes on the wall, furniture, even a large white hamper! I watched as they're creativity became beautiful works of art in my mind, and stayed through the years in my heart.
I love this poem by Louisa Mae Alcott that I came across recently, because it is so true! I hope you enjoy!
“A child her wayward pencil drew On margins of her book; Garlands of flower, dancing elves, Bud, butterfly, and brook, Lessons undone, and plum forgot, Seeking with hand and heart The teacher whom she learned to love Before she knew t'was Art. ”
― Louisa May Alcott
~ Gwen of IRISH ACRES