BY HEATHER REID
mong the many surprises
of parenthood was the
incredible amount of art
they created. Even more surprising was how much I loved each and every drippy, indecipherable, glitter-laden piece created by my boys when they were first in school.
In preschool, my oldest son crafted alphabet letters into creatures that we carefully taped on the playroom wall, each a mini masterpiece of his curious and growing mind. They brought home toilet paper roll ghosts and valentines still sticky with Elmer's glue that left our hands dyed red for days.
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