6 years, 10 months.
Sunday evening as Mommy was preparing dinner as I was helping Holly play with her toys, you snuck away to the kitchen table. You eventually surfaced to hand-deliver drawings to the three of us.
You had drawn a picture for Mommy, for Holly, and for me. I immediately saw some inspiration from Pokemon characters mixed with the Mr. Man book characters.
The one you gave you sister showed a cute little person with a pink crown.
The one you gave Mommy showed a person crying.
And the one you gave me showed a person so mad that his hair was on fire and smoke was coming out of ears.
Naturally, I immediately asked you, after thanking you for giving them to us, “Are these pictures of us?”
You insisted they weren’t. But I am thinking there’s a little bit of a Freudian slip in there…
I can easily understand how you wanted to show your acceptance of your sister as the sweet little girl she is.
As for Mommy’s character crying, as she’s just not one to cry, perhaps it symbolizes her need for my emotional support from me; as the husband and father. On a daily basis, you subconsciously observe me carefully listening to Mommy unpack her thoughts from the day.
Whereas for me, I typically don’t have much to say about my day when I get home. Instead, there are times when I walk through the front door after working all day and driving an hour to get home, to find that you and your sister are restless, tired, and hungry.
That puts me into a position where I am managing two young kids while Mommy tries to get dinner made.
So while I would love to be as care-free as Jack Johnson all the time, perhaps by default, I ultimately adopt the character of the mad and angry boss.
Again, I could be looking way too much into why you decided to draw these pictures for us, individually; then directly hand them to us.
You’re a clever kid who has a healthy sense of awareness. I think you made this drawings as a way of categorizing the members of your family.