My oldest daughter is an artist. We knew this from the beginning, and through the grace of God and a lot of work and help from family, she’s at a great art school. I went to a showing of their latest work in drawing tonight.
The work is great, but as is usually the case at this kind of event, it’s generally uncool to be with or be seen with your parents. This always hurts because you really feel unloved when despite all of the work and sacrifice for your children, they can’t even acknowledge you a bit and at least give you a tour of their work and that of their classmates. It would have been nice.