I'm fascinated with Kenz's Perler designs. I like to pick them up, study them, breathe in the designs. The tiny ironed-together beads are a confirmation of her wondrous eye-hand coordination, not to mention her creativity. No two finished products are alike. She takes her time with them, planning ahead, deciding in her head how she wants each one to turn out. Seldom does she turn back and rarely does she give up. She finishes what she starts. While handling the plastic discs, I am reminded that every component has been carefully selected, fingered by her darling digits. They are color joy.
My daughter reports that the beads spilled (again), that she and Kenz had to pick up thousands of them.
"That's the price you pay for raising an artist," I tell her.
She smiles her proud mommy smile and I am double dosed with gratitude.