'It's your turn,' my mum said, holding out a paintbrush to me. I took it and started to paint a house on the plain white paper.
'I'm not very good,' I said.
'Of course you are,' she said, coming to sit next to me.
I rinsed my paintbrush and chose a different colour. Green paint was transformed into a garden and the grass grew as I concentrated.
'That doesn't look like a house,' I laughed, putting the paintbrush down.
'It does to me, Rachel. Remember, the more you practice, the better you'll get. If you love doing something, you should always have fun doing it.'
'I do love to paint, mum, but I don't think I'm any good.'
'You're very good, Rachel. Don't ever let anyone tell you any different. The more you do something, the better you'll get.'
My mother has a way of gentle encouragement. She would make sure to praise the artistic work I'd done and still does. She's been a calm supporter of my creative work since I could hold a pen and paintbrush. Her own creative paintings and poems have inspired me over the years. I definitely inherit my talent from her and I hope to inspire my own children when I have them.
The painting above is one I did a few years ago.