Sophia Raday lives in Berkeley, California, with her soldier/police officer husband, their two children, a bipartisan dog, and assorted firearms. She is the author of Love in Condition Yellow: A Memoir of an Unlikely Marriage, which chronicles her peacenik/warrior love story and provides insight on age-old political divisions in the United States.. This post originally appeared at Sophia Raday's Love in Condition Yellow blog.
A while ago, my seven-year-old son's feelings were hurt at school when a teacher criticized one of his drawings. She looked at my son's drawing of his father and said, "Does my torso look like that?" The drawing was an in-class assignment to illustrate a homework project called "the personal timeline." For every year of my son's life, he wrote one sentence describing something important that happened.
My son's drawing is on a small white paper, about two inches square. Back in January, when he first showed it to me, he unfolded it from a tiny tight little bundle, as if he had tried to make it as small as possible. After I'd reassured him I thought it was a very good drawing, I asked if I could keep it. When he agreed, I tucked it among my credit cards.
A week or so ago, I pulled it from my purse to show a friend who directs an arts education program, while telling her the story of his teacher's reaction. She shook her head, murmuring, "but art is about creating meaning. . . " She looked at the drawing intently, noting the simple figure, the flower-like hands, the black shoes, a long neck, a round head. A sun in the corner had been erased and then enlarged to take up about a quarter of the paper. "Did you ask him what it is?" My friend inquired.
"It's his father." I said.
"But what does it mean?" she said. "Look, the clothes are colored green. Do you think it's a military uniform?"
I leaned over to look at the drawing with her, an uneasy feeling growing within me. It had been weeks since my son came home, eyes downcast, and handed me this picture, asking, "Do you think this is any good?" Weeks since we lay together at bedtime and talked about his feelings of anxiety in his classroom.
Why had I never thought to ask him what the picture meant?
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