Slowly but surely over the last few weeks a wall in my lounge has been taken over with drawings. Niamh must have completed hundreds of drawings and sketches in her short lifespan.  This is just a small sample. I used to put them into frames but there are just too many. The girl can’t stop herself. At least they are on paper now whereas before they went directly onto the walls. From the moment she gets home from school until bedtime she draws. The more praise she receives, the more she draws. She lives in a world were imagination reigns.

There are a few dinosaurs and pictures of our family in there, but the ongoing theme is usually to do with blonde princesses being locked in tall towers, waiting to be rescued. When she’s not drawing she puts on her princess dress and makes all the toys her subjects.  But alas, I’m presented with the age old problem. The one question I don’t have the answer to:

“Mum, why won’t anybody be my prince? The boys in class just want to play football all the time.”

*sob* Poor Niamh. I think she should stick with dinosaurs.

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