While watching an episode in a TV series, a particular scene grabbed me.
A mother has a quiet moment with her daughter. She tells her that if she looks up at the clouds long enough, they’ll turn in to shapes, and if she strings these shapes together they’ll make a story. The daughter gives the mother a rather quizzical look and responds with the words, “Thank God for TV.”
My immediate response was to chuckle, and I did, but then saw something of the sadness in her response.
The nurturing of youthful creativity is, as is the nurturing of all creativity, too precious to be starved and impeded by the demand to have it placed on a plate before you.