Stick Figure and Sadness

John finally drew one of his new stick figures on paper instead of his DoodlePro so I can save it for posterity!

We were at IKEA yesterday pausing for lunch at the in-store restaurant when John was drawing on the store map. I asked him to draw me a person and he actually did it this time. Then I tried to use the tips I've heard about melancholic temperaments when John asked me to look at his drawing: I said something like, "Wow, I can see that you drew a person! There is the head, the eyes, the pupils, the smile, and the legs!"

And that is when John began crying and he kept saying, "But it's wrong! It's just wrong!"

Later in the afternoon at home, John was running through the kitchen when he slipped on some spilt water. I was hugging him while he cried and then he said, "I'm not good enough! I'm just not good enough!"

Those are shocking words to hear out of the mouth of a three-year-old, who certainly hasn't heard them anywhere. I asked what on earth he was talking about and he explained that he can't even walk right, so he's not good enough. And then I started bawling because I've felt what he is feeling so many times and I want to rescue him from how much hard work I had to (have to) do over 30 years to mostly overcome those difficulties.