Connecting the dots

Someday, I’ll have a wall prepared just for you, Kid. At our peaceful home. I’ll start with dots. Cover the white wall with just dots and many many dots. And you’ll connect them with lines, curves, thin and thick, all yellow red and blue, or green and purple, as you like.

You don’t think when you scratch the lines. You just feel your intuition, and there goes your imagination, flowing smoothly through your hands. You feel happy as you fill the wall, knowing that everytime you drag a line, you save one sparkling happiness into your future account.

Drawing your lines, you lie down, or crawl, or sit, or squat, or stand, or jump, and jump and jump and jump. As your body grows higher, so does your wall of lines. Here and there, you draw lines, every second. I may as well allow you to add more dots on the empty space of the wall, so you can draw more lines and play with more vivid colours.

And before you even notice, you’ve already created shapes of any kind. There, you have manifested your envisioned images before you. There, the painting of your own life. So close, so real. You’re so drawn with the painting that you wish you’d never stop making lines and dots and shapes and colours, because it feels so God damn good. You never stop, you never stop, until God says the painting is perfect and complete. By then, you can just move away a few steps back, sit and relax, and enjoy a display of your very own masterpiece painting. By then, I will hear you say to your sheer amazement, “How beautiful it is...”

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LOVE
Your Mom. Here.
Wishing you to grow and grow and grow.
After all, we are all trees and fruits, Kiddo :)