I feel incredibly lucky that I still get to sit and quietly watch my kid draw. His lines are rough, clumsy even—but somehow, they always make me stop and think.
He often tells little stories about each drawing—sometimes just a few words, sometimes a whole saga. And every time, it reminds me that creativity isn’t about making things “beautiful” or using fancy tools and expensive software. It’s simply about telling your story, in your own way.
That sense of freedom, playfulness, and honesty in a child’s imagination—somewhere along the way, most of us lose that as we grow up. But we’ve all been there once, haven’t we? And when creativity becomes too boxed in or polished, it loses something real.
Watching a child play with their imagination gives me a quiet push—to go find that inner kid again.
