Tonight at dinner, my daughter went running up to her room and came back to the table with something in her hand. “Here,” she said, thrusting it into my hand. “Do you like my cactus?”
Over the past year or so, she has developed a love of succulents. I’m not exactly sure when this happened or why, but slowly, the plants began to disappear from the windowsill in the kitchen and reappear on the windowsill in her room. I noticed that some smaller pots were materializing, and shoots had been taken from the plants of mine that hadn’t yet made the trek up the stairs. [I am really hoping she doesn’t decide she needs some of my Christmas cactus in the next few days because it has just started to poke out some teeny tiny bud-lings….]
I examined the ceramic cactus in my hand. It was “growing” in a pot that almost looked like a wicker basket. The plant had understated spikes that gave the green ball a distinct cactus look. And the cactus bloomed with two dusty pink flowers.
“It’s beautiful!” I told her when I had finished my inspection.
“I made it,” she told me.
“No you didn’t,” I responded, only partially convinced by her words.
“Yes I did. It came out of the kiln yesterday.” And then she turned it upside down, so I could see the bottom. “My initials,” she pointed out.
Indeed, the bottom indicated that the piece was handmade. And it was beautiful! She just started taking a pottery class at school, this year. I can’t wait to see what else she brings home!
2 thoughts on “The Cactus”
Awww this is SUCH a special sharing. I remember those days of being so excited to see our creations from art class- I love that your daughter is excitedly going through that stage of school !!! How fun for you too 🙂
Thanks, Mack! My daughter has created some gorgeous pots, bowls, and containers–the items you expect from pottery class. But this was the first time she created an item like this one.
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