Every time I pick up Maggie from school I inspect her art folder. She has extremely limited use of her hands and she can’t draw or paint at this point. We’re working on it, but she can’t. So, every time I open her folder, it is with some sadness because I know this is all I’m going to find.
I’m sure she did this with the teacher’s hands moving Maggie’s hands. I’m sure, even so, it took a ton of concentration on her part to even allow her hands to be moved to make something like this.
But in the end, there was art in her folder and on that day, she was just like all the other kids in her class. And now, every time I inspect her art folder, I’ll be like a kid too, curious about what surprise might await me.