I have to have a “Freaking Proud Parent” moment.
My son, James, loves art and comics. His father is an illustrator and James takes after him. Their favorite comic strip of all time is “Calvin and Hobbes”. Personally, there are many days that I feel like I’m raising Calvin. They even look alike. It isn’t fun to explain that hatred of bathing and daydreaming in class are not really good things when his illustrated twin does it frame after frame.
I find hundreds of sketches and tiny little comic books that he makes all over my house. He draws action figures on all of his papers, and homework assignments.
The kid loves to draw.
I want to encourage that gift, especially if it is something that could turn into something he loves enough to make a career out of. His dad feels the same way. He works as an digital illustrator and so he is teaching James a lot of things.
James launched his first website a few days ago. He wants to learn about graphic illustrating, comics and making simple coded video games.
I laughed.my.ass.off. I would have even if it wasn’t my done by my kid.
The fact that it was makes me so freaking proud.