The Artist at Work
I walked into the room quietly so as not to disturb Kristi. She was bent over the paper with crayons scattered helter-skelter. She had been in here for quite a while. I just wanted to make sure she was still busy with her project. She had asked me "not to come in" but I found myself wanting to try and peek anyway at what she was doing. I realized I might be caught so I slipped out just as quietly.
Another hour passed and this time, I only pushed the door open a crack. Papers were all over the table now. Some were even in the floor. Just then she crumpled one up and it went flying over her back and landed on the floor. Roughly, she grabbed another piece and started making noises with her mouth. It sounded like a clucking noise. I realized it was the sound she made when she got irritated.
The phone rang and I let the door slide shut.
"How is it going, hon?"
"What about my baby girl?"
"She has been at the table all afternoon working and gave me specific orders "not to come in" but you know I am
just dying to see what she has designed this time."
"Now, you know Kristi is private with her drawings and it upsets her if we see them before they are finished."
" I know, but I can hardly wait! The last one is still being displayed in her room at school and I know she is trying to make this one even better so it will be displayed too."
"You and I both know that she will come out when she is through, so just keep busy and stop trying to see before it is time."
"I know you are right and I will wait. I'll see you when you come home. Bye, love you."
"Yea, me too."
As I hung up the phone, Kristi came through the door with paper in her hand and a smile that lighted up her entire face.
"Mom, I finished" she cheered shaking her paper over her head.
"I am so excited, can I see now?"
"Mom, you know we have to wait on dad!"
My heart sank. Just one time, I would love for her to show me without having to wait for her dad to be here but I knew that would not be the case. It had to be a family event and to tell the truth, it was one of the things I admired about her the most. It was her desire of wanting everything to be a family thing.
"I will give you a hint though, mom," she offered with a smile. "It is the best design of all that I have done on what baby Jesus must have looked like when he was my age."
I could not help but smile because this was the first time during these many weeks of the contest that she had actually given me a hint.
I was sure this would appease my curiosity until we could do the "family thing" tonight after supper.