Olen nimittäin juuri nyt Ruotsissa Tukholman sarjisfestareilla ja tämä päivitys on ajastettu ilmestymään blogiini jo viime maanantaina. Joka tapauksessa, tämä on tarina äidistäni ja äidilleni.
Little HP is drawing a picture on a table. H-P: "Hey now I know!"
Little H-P holding a picture up and admiring it. H-P: "If I draw this person some wrinkles, they will start looking old!"
Little H-P running to her mom with the drawing in hand. H-P: "Moooommm!"
Mom watching little H-P draw a picture. H-P: "Look if I draw wrinkles on this person's face..."
Two pictures of a young woman, but another picture has wrinkles and doesn't look that old, just young and wrinkly. H-P: "Does she look old?"
Mom looking not impressed. Mom: "Not really."
Little H-P looking heartbroken with comical face with tears in her eyes. Broken heart symbol arises from her.
Little H-P sitting on the ground with her drawing head turned upwards and her expression is sad. "And so I learned you don't draw old people by adding wrinkles on young person's face."
Little H-P being more content with her work holding a paper. "Thank you mom. Without your honesty I propably wouldn't have studied drawing as hard." H-P: "Truth doesn't always feel nice, but if people just go easy on you, you don't learn anything."
Sain äidiltäny myös kehuja toki, mutta vain silloin kun niille oli tarve. Äitini sanoi minulle suoraan jos jokin asia ei mennyt hyvin ja se sai minut kestämään rakentavaa kritiikkiä paljon paremmin. Osaan kuunnella kritiikkiä hyvin ja ottaa siitä opikseni, kiitos äitini rehellisyyden.
