The other day, our soon to be 8-year-old, Max came home with this artwork. And it made me think about a post I had written about him when he was just 5. I was a bit disheartened about a very seemingly insignificant comment which brought me back to my own childhood. I've always colored outside the lines a bit—have consistently looked at things differently, and while I know his teacher was doing her job to ensure good motor skills, I wondered what things could look like if we could harness little imaginations right from the start as well as enforcing the basics.
So as I looked at Max's latest artwork, it occurred t me that as his motor skills improve with time, his creativity is still what really matters. I'm consistently in awe of how he sees the world and how it gets reproduced in his eyes. Even a skull can be a thing a beauty (well, I think so—but I'm biased).
Coloring inside the lines may get you accepted. Coloring outside of them may get you noticed. Coloring around them may help you actually get things done.
Thanks for the inspiration son.
