Your turn he exclaimed. Five year old fingers handing me his altered book art journal & a black Sharpie.
I took them, honored that he would ask for a drawing from me.
“I don’t know what to draw.” quickly passed my lips. “Draw a pony.” He encouraged. “I don’t know how to draw a pony.” I quickly retorted. “Draw a unicorn.” He pressed further turning away to play with his younger brother, trusting that I would pour out an amazing drawing of black marker ink.
“It’s just a magical horse with a horn.” They encouraged, smiling at what had been my encouragement to another just a few moments before.
So I set marker tip to paper & bit back my fears & all lack of artistic talent.
When I’d finished & turned to show him what I took for a mutated, Tyrannosaurus Rex headed, four legged creature, with a horn. He boasted that it was the best unicorn he’d ever seen.
Something happens to you when you’re believed in. When someone has the sight to see your potential.
It changes everything.
When I left for Oklahoma I had this desire to come back a different person. I don’t know that I’m a different person than before I left, but I’m not the same person that boarded the plane last Thursday.
I had truth spoken to and into me. Women who have fought with hope & trust, and are willing to get dirty to be able to walk along side of you. Women who see your potential to re-hope and re-trust. And believe in you.
I saw this mutual believing in break fears & encourage to realms of vulnerability & watched as timid joy abounded in new adventures.
When someone believes in you, it really does change everything. You even start to believe in yourself.