I love it, just love it, when she pulls out her clay box. She tells me often that she doesn't have enough free time and never has the time for her artsy projects.Hey, I know the feeling.
It's part of growing up... but another part of growing up is realizing that the "free time" that diminishes with childhood is replaced with responsibilities that (if your heart is in the right place) may be more tiring, more tedious, more taxing, but so much more rewarding.
But for now, she is still in the midst of her childhood. And to watch her enjoying a few minutes of creative play, is just as much fun for me as it would be if I were playing with the clay myself.Besides, I wouldn't want her to show me up.



