My children love to draw. They draw just about anywhere. When I say anywhere, I really meant anywhere.
When we first moved in to this house, a green butterfly appeared on the dining room wall. I asked who wrote on my wall, no one would admit it. I had an idea whose artwork that was. So I said, "who put a picture of a bug on my wall?"
My daughter was rather indignant when she corrected me that it was a butterfly. Ah, caught! That's over four years ago.
The crayon drawings above is done by my first son. He also can play the piano very well. When I want to relax, I ask him to play a piece. Lately, he serenades me with "Love me Tender by Elvis Presley." It never fails to make me feel good. My second son does chords on the piano. He's almost five, and he has the most graceful finger on keyboards. Maybe someday, he'll play the piano as well as his big brother. My third son loves music too. According to my children's piano teacher, both younger sons of mine has ears for music. My fourth son is just a baby, but even he kicks in the rhythm of what's being played on keyboard.
My children is the most important part of my life. They are my life.
If anyone threaten your life, would you dismiss it as nothing? What if they only held the gun to your head because they want to help? What if they push you off a tall building because they care about your life? What if someone tossed a knife at you for fun, because they want to make you smile? What if someone only threaten to take your extra leg because they love you? Would you just let them and laughed about it later because, after all, they really care about you? I wonder what would you do if any such things were done to you in the name of "caring" and "loving"? Remember, it's your life they're talking about. It's your life they've decide to play god about.