Last night my seventeen-year-old son came in asking me about his artwork. He was dissatisfied that the drawing wasn’t as he wanted. He asked for my opinion. I started giving it and he started arguing with me, standing over me and telling me I was wrong. I finally said, “This isn’t fun. You ask for my opinion and when I give it you get mad at me. What do you really want me to say?”
He sat down and calmly said, “I want you to say “Taylor, that’s a good drawing. Good job. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.’”
I think I’m a little slow. However, in more ways than one I’m starting to figure it out.