29 Jun 2010
But Aba, you are an artist
Children are so special. They are honest. Their views are pure. They are not afraid to use their imagination. They are natural artists. They don’t conform to rules or restrictions. And the younger they are, the purest they are.
My 5 years old reminds me that almost every day. But in the past few weeks, she reminded me who I am, and she made it so easily and effortlessly, as it was a matter of fact. I am writing this mostly so that I will not forget. As a reminder for the future. My own mental and virtual bookmark.
About two or three weeks ago, she asked me: “Aba,” (that’s how she calls me, its Dad in Hebrew), “what do you want to be when you grow up?”
So I said, “I want to be an Artist”.
“But you are already an artist! What do you want to be when you are bigger?” she insisted.
“Well, I do other things now, and I really want to be an Artist”, I replied.
So she asked, “Do you want to be a chef?”
“No, I don’t really want to be a chef…”
“Do you want to be a waiter?” was her next suggestion.
“No, I don’t want to be a waiter. I want to be an Artist!”
“But Aba, you are really an Artist!”
I smiled… and gave her the biggest hug ever!
Then, last week, I started a new day job, which is not in the art world at all, but in technology and software development. When I came home after work, everyone was excited about my new job, and asked me how it was… but my 5-years-old sweetheart had only one question:
“But Aba, why do you need another job, you already have one, you are an Artist!!”
And again, I squeezed her and covered her with kisses.
Is there anything else to say?