A few weeks ago, my sister and I had gone over to play with H. and M (ages 5 and 3).
Their mother had bought little pumpkins for us to draw on, and she laid out a large ziplock bag of felt pens for us to colour with.
I wanted to please little H. She likes My Little Ponies, and she said Twilight Sparkle was her favorite, so I googled an image of said pony, picked up a purple felt pen, and began to draw on the pumpkin.
I have always prided myself on my drawing skills. Rather, I’m pretty good at copying. But I am more used to drawing with a pencil, so that I can erase and start over any mistakes as they occur. Of course, though, there was no erasing with this felt pen, and drawing on a curved surface affected my spatial judgement as well. So while the pony started off looking ok, at the end, it didn’t. In a matter of minutes, my Twilight Sparkle had turned out quite disproportionate. I looked at it unhappily and kept muttering that I had turned her into a fat pony.
At this point, H. looked at it and asked very genuinely, why do you say that? I think it looks really good…!
It took a few times of her asking me why that I suddenly realized that the world of a child is much more forgiving. And then I did ask myself internally why was I being so hard of myself? Was it because I had seen myself do better before, or had I simply forgotten how to be more kind to myself?
I need to be around children more often. They forgive and forget. What’s wrong with a fat pony?
On a side note, I found this image on google. I have no idea what it means. But I guess somewhere in the world, someone could make use of a fat pony.