On Mother’s Day, Casper and I walked to the beach, passing by a small farmer’s market and beautiful murals on the way.
We played in the waves a little bit – Casper was disappointingly cautious – and I ended up dropping our camera into the water by mistake. It’s a goner.
We laid out our tapestry on the grass, off the beach to escape the brutal wind. It was chilly, but I set up my paints and worked on some pere on the back of cereal boxes. Casper wandered off to find us some food and while he was gone a girl showed up and started watching me. I asked her if she wanted to paint. She said she’d have to ask her mom and ran off.
She returned with two siblings. So Margo, Daniel and Olivia painted with me. Margo was the one who originally approached me. She was 8, I think, and definitely extroverted. She added sand to her painting and chatted incessantly. Daniel was 5, I think, and rather quiet. Olivia was 11, I think, and just hitting those awkward preteen years. Margo sat right down and started painting; when I asked Daniel, he didn’t say anything but sat down and waited for paper; Olivia said “I guess” when I asked if she wanted to paint and made a point of regularly correcting her siblings’ stories and claims.
The two girls looked at me with skepticism and wonder when I said that I live on the road. And when I took my hat off to show them my completely bald head, Margo was the only one brave enough to touch it.