One of my greatest fears

I have never been good at art....ever. One of the things I dreaded most when I was in grade school and high school was having to draw pictures. No matter what grade I was in my drawings always looked like they were made by a kindergartner, a blind kindergartner. It truly was embarrassing.

Now that I am out of school I thought I would never have to draw another thing in my life. And then I had children. I remember the first time Connor asked me to draw something for him. I can't tell you the panic that had set in. I just knew that he would look at my drawing and see that his mother was in fact, not super woman and can't do everything. Sure she is good for getting the cars from behind the dresser and the stuffed animals from under the bed, but she can't draw worth beans. Its my cryptonite. I knew I would be judged. But because I love my son I put my pride aside and drew him the whale he was asking me to draw. Side note-Whenever my son sings the Old McDonald had a farm song, there is always a whale on the farm. And that whale is the only thing on the farm. I think he has been living in the suburbs too long. Anyways. So I draw him his whale and show it to him. He looks at it and then looks at me and says, "no, mom this is a flounder, I wanted a whale." Fail. Well at least it looked like a fish. It actually looked like a gold fish cracker to me. Who doesn't like a gold fish cracker?!

I think things wouldn't be so bad if I didn't marry Mr. I Can Draw Anything Free Hand And It Will Look Awesome And Make My Wife Look Unawesome. For example Connor asked me do draw him some trains yesterday.

No, Connor didn't draw these....it was me.

And then Scott gets home and Connor asks him to draw some trains.

But mister over achiever can't just draw a train, he has to draw a water tower and cows, and make them 3D. You see what I have to live with. I am surprised Connor still asks me to draw things for him. I just know, one of these days he will be telling Olivia to not ask mom to draw, but to wait until dad gets home.

The trains I made for Connor have been cast aside. And where is the "art" as Connor keeps calling it, that Scott made? Well it's in his room. He is playing with it right now for room time. And it was the first thing he mentioned when he woke up this morning. Now I must go cuddle Olivia. She loves me just the way I am. I can still draw better than her.