My 10-year-old is really into drawing. He's also really into hockey. So it came as no surprise--only a delight--when he decided to draw a picture of Capitals' player Alexander Ovechkin.
I love his artwork, watching him bite his lip when he's concentrating, listening to him critique it as he goes.
"Faces are hard!"he exclaims.
"Not yours," I say, "Yours is soft."
"Don't say that! Soft is not manly."
"Sorry, but it's true. You will have whiskers soon enough. You are manly in every other way."
He rolls his eyes.
"The T on Capitals should be longer," he notes, and then he asks, "Mom, do you think this is good?"
"Of course it is. It's better than good, and I'm not just saying that because you're my kid."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not," I say, stroking his cheeks. "The posture, the detail, the placement, it's all very good," I add, as much to encourage him as to keep stroking his beautiful baby soft face as I stand behind him.
I love those whipped cream cheeks. I love the way God made skin so incredibly soft on children.
That's something no other artist can replicate. Praise to the Maker of cheeks!