How does it feel to give a painting to someone?
First, there's excitement followed by a tiny bit of insecurity. "She's going to be so happy... I hope... She's going to love it... I hope... She's going to cry or squeal or gasp or be speechless... I hope!..."
Next, I suppose I try to cover that insecurity by being nonchalant. I think I might even avoid being right there when she actually sees it for the first time.
Then, there's relief when she loves it.
Finally, I feel such joy and satisfaction knowing that the colors and shapes I put onto a canvas have made someone smile and that it's going to be loved.
FYI... that sweet little one is a grand-student. Do you know what that means? His momma there was once a sweet little ten year old in my fourth grade class!