When I entered the kitchen this morning, I found my mom hard at work on a piece of white paper with paints that I had in kindergarten. She was creating a rainbow, which Madeline (3 yrs) had told her yesterday on the phone she hoped her Grandmother would send her. "Send me a rainbow, Grandma."
Mom painted not only a rainbow, but also water droplets all over the sky, some clouds, and a sun. It's elaborate, and it's done with 16 year old paints.
She can cook; she can paint. She can dance, apparently, after taking the "Dance the Nite Away" (yes, night is spelled that way on the business card) classes this spring with Dad. What's next?
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And let's not forget her unbelievable knack for improvisation during those undiscovered "got some chalk" productions!
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