6 years, 5 months.
You brought home a drawing last week from school that shows two boys who are the same size; one with brown hair and the other with darker hair.
After I saw the drawing, you explained, “Daddy, that’s you and me in the picture.”
Obviously, that make my heart smile.
The weekend before, you and I had went exploring together, making the most of the couple hours of it wasn’t raining on that Sunday afternoon. So I imagine how our recent quality time together might have had some influence on you choosing to draw a picture of the two of us.
Then I noticed something peculiar about the drawing: You drew us both the same size.
You’re a very good artist. You know detail. You knew that to make the drawing true to scale, that I should have been bigger than you.
This is something you have proven in every other single drawing you have ever done: Mommy and I are typically drawn as about the same size as each other, and you are always draw yourself much smaller than us.
But instead, you made an artistic decision to deliberately draw you and me the same size.
I believe that is your subtle way of revealing how you process our relationship…
Sure, I’m the parent. I provide for your physical, psychological, and spiritual needs. I ultimately guide you and discipline you on a daily basis.
Yet still, you see us me as a friend, too. You know that I’m 29 and a half years older than you.
But when we’re hanging out and having fun together, I seem more to you like a 6 and a half year-old friend.
It wasn’t a careless mistake that you drew us the same size. That’s what I believe, at least.