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One of My Special Girls!


I remember the day I found out I was expecting you. I was so scared and unsure if I would be a good Mother. Before I knew it, you were breathing your first breath of air and crying out for me.” Hold me Mom, keep me safe.”  I took you into my arms and quickly your crying stopped. I looked at you in my arms. You seemed so tiny, so fragile. I was afraid I might break you right in my arms. I thought there is so much to learn about being a Mom. I had only one great example to go by. But I never saw her with anyone as small as you. But still, I remember she held me in her arms when I was sad, scared or sick. So that is what I’ll do. Hold you close in my arms until I know your alright. I realized as each day passed. You don’t need to be a perfect Mom, just a loving one. The rest will come naturally.

Turn Around

My baby, my own.

Turn around and you’re two.

Turn around and you’re four.

Turn around and you’re a young girl.

 

Going out of the door.

Turn around,  turn around and you’re a young wife.

With babes of your own.



 

 





Your beautiful from the inside in

And even though your all grown up

You’ll always be

My Special Girl

 

This post is dedicated to my first born, Jessica.

Love,

Mama

 

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My Son the Artist


 

Portrait of Esther Huff  – By Randall Huff (My Son)

 

My Son

Randall Huff 

This post isn’t just any ordinary post. It’s near and dear to my heart, because it’s about a very talented young man, my son. I can’t wait to share with you all his talents. I am bursting at the seams and have butterflies in my stomach. 

Even as a small boy, I realized he had natural abilities. Whether it was drawing, making money or sports. it all came naturally. Drawing is one of his strongest points. When he was about four years old, I noticed he wasn’t drawing the typical circle with one or more lines in order to represent a human figure, which typically start out looking like “tadpoles” and then gradually become head-feet. His pictures looked similar to the average child at his age, except his pictures of human figures had ears, nose, and hair. Now, when it came to the concept of space, he was the normal four-year old (this continued until he was four and a half). He started to become more aware of the world around him, and any objects in his environment. I started to notice that the objects in his drawings weren’t organized on the page as you would expect. His typically appeared to “float.” 

 

I was still a young mother not familiar with children’s spatial organization. That came a few years later when I started working at a Child Development Center/ Preschool. I decided to take some classes in Early Childhood Development to help me become a better teacher and to aid in my own children’s development. I still had a lot to learn about how the small mind works. With all the hands-on and book smarts in early childhood development, I learned to have an eye in  early childhood development in art. I wish I would have known back then, what I know now. One of  things I learned about  creative development is that you  don’t tell a child his pictures are wrong or out of place.  When it came to my own son placing objects  like houses and trees in the air, I knew it was better for him to discover they do not float in the air on his own. Children need to discover this themselves. This helps bring out their creative development. If we interfere, it can stifel their creative development. Through the years his pictures developed into skillful master pieces. The one that stands out the most to me is the one I posted in the beginning of this post. It’s a portrait of me. I feel so honored.  Then I was blown away by the second picture which was a self-portrait of his own face. How incrediable is that?

I don’t know if it was me allowing him to develop his own creativity or this  talent was already there and just needed twinking.  But he went on to college and majored in Art. He was on the deans list throughout his college years. Several of his oil paintings and pencil drawing were on display in the gallery at the college he attended.  

I am so proud of the young man he has become. When he feels the passion running through his blood, he acts on it. Each piece becomes a work of art.

I once asked him, “Why don’t you do this as a full time job?” He replied, “Then it would become more of a job and I wouldn’t have any passion for it anymore.”

I thought about it. that makes sense. How creative can we be if it’s no longer fun, just a job?

 

I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say ‘he feels deeply, he feels tenderly.’