Every kid has a hero. Some kids idolize superheroes. Some kids look up to a favorite uncle or parent. My kid idolizes his big brother.
From the time BooBoo was old enough to hold a crayon, he’s been peeking over Boy Wonder’s artistic shoulder trying desperately to follow in his big brother’s creative footsteps. So I suppose it came as no surprise when BooBoo began begging to take art lessons at age 5 just as his brother had. There was just one little problem – the cost.
With Boy Wonder still enrolled in art classes and now BooBoo, we’d be shelling out over $200 a month in lessons! That’s a luxury few parents can afford and we are certainly no exception. But how could/should/would we say no to such artistic passion? Because this kid had it, you guys, perhaps even more than Boy Wonder ever did.
I just knew that somehow we had to make it happen. So with a little budget slashing here and few sacrifices there, we decided to give it a go. And oh, how it went.
Something in BooBoo blossomed in art class that I still have a hard time understanding. He was able to focus, really focus, for the first time ever. He listened, tried, and cared in ways I hadn’t seen from him before. Soon he began finding inspiration everywhere, from cobwebs in the corner of his bedroom ceiling to insects he encountered while digging with a stick, and he drew them all.