Puzzling

I've heard a woman say, some of the fascinating people she's ever met were her children. And I agree. But as they grow, they're getting more and more difficult to figure out and understand. I guess it's like that when they hit puberty.

My son was going through some issues, some real and some imagined, and I tried to "help" him. But it didn't get the reaction I expected, and somehow it seemed as if my efforts to "help" him made matters worse.

As I was mulling through all that, I created this. I drew the spirals because I felt as if we were all spiraling through chaos. Then drawing the little scale-like leaves made me feel better. It's weird. Smaller the better. I didn't know why that should be, but it was.

The middle of the spirals were left blank because I didn't know what belonged there. I still don't. My son liked the drawing, and I asked him what he wanted in the drawing. He said he didn't know, even after I explained the drawing to him. So, as it stands, it's incomplete. But it may never be "completed," but I like it. Incomplete and all. Maybe this is what life is all about - trying to figure things out as we live day by day.