What great parents

Many years ago, during an obvious lapse in judgement which turned out to be lots of fun, I agreed to take a group of my high school Spanish students to Mexico.  We all survived.

Diego RiveraWhat I’ll never forget from that trip–made, of course, when I was much younger–was the art.   Everywhere we went were murals with obvious political statements about the government and politics and history of Mexico painted on the walls and ceilings of many public buildings.  The paintings transcended the political message in their artistry and beauty, the vibrancy of the colors, the glorious scope and vision of the muralists.   I immediately became a huge aficionada of the work of them all, but most deeply of Diego Rivera.

For that reason, I was reading about his life in Wikipedia and came upon this wonderful story.  It seems that Rivera was born one of a twin.  His brother died when he was two.  A year later, Diego began his career in art.  ”He had been caught drawing on the walls. His parents, rather than punishing him, installed chalkboards and canvas on the walls.”images

How cool is this?   Most parents would probably have punished a three year old, at least discouraged him forcefully from drawing on the wall.   Did he become a great muralist because he was allowed to draw on the walls? Or did his parents recognize his talent even when he was so young and encourage him?  Or were they just the kind of parents we wish we all had and could be?

Do you have a story about how your parents or a friend or relative encouraged you?   Or have you encouraged another person to fulfil a dream.  I’d love to hear.

 

4 thoughts on “What great parents

  1. Mom was always the encourager, supporter and foundation for all three of her kids, each totally different. I was so horse crazy as a child, but we lived in the city, so Mom found a summer camp that had horse riding, and later when we moved to Kentucky she went with me to pick out a real horse, named Dutchess. But she also encouraged all three of us to read — we would come out of libraries with arms full of books — and even though we kidded her terribly, she would quote poetry as we traveled in the car. I never did like her selections of Longfellow and James Whitcome Riley but later she fell in love with Billy Collins and so we came together in a love of poetry.

  2. Mom was always the encourager, supporter and foundation for all three of her kids, each totally different. I was so horse crazy as a child, but we lived in the city, so Mom found a summer camp that had horse riding, and later when we moved to Kentucky she went with me to pick out a real horse, named Dutchess. But she also encouraged all three of us to read — we would come out of libraries with arms full of books — and even though we kidded her terribly, she would quote poetry as we traveled in the car. I never did like her selections of Longfellow and James Whitcome Riley but later she fell in love with Billy Collins and so we came together in a love of poetry.

  3. My mom and dad always encouraged my writing. My mom says I walked around with a notebook and said “Mom (or Dad), what would you do if such and such happened?” They also encouraged my love of reading. I love them for many things, especially this.

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