
I distinctly remember mom inviting my siblings and I into the living room - we were anxious for a new activity. Now assembled, she encouraged us to select a craft while she read aloud from "The Book of Virtues" by William J. Bennett. I escaped down the hall and into my bedroom for a piece of paper.
The time mom carved out for us was sacred.
As the remainder of my siblings strolled in, I kneeled before the coffee table, eager to break in my new pencils. While she, comfortably seated in a rocking chair, book in hand, began to enunciate words in a calm and soothing tempo.
All sense of time disappeared. My mind relaxed and began to intuitively draw while listening to a narrative that was continually unfolding.
It was there, under the sound of my mother's voice, that my love for art flourished.
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