Bana and Art

Bana and Art

This is my grandma. We call her Bana and she’s always full of adventures.

Today will be boring, though, because Bana has other things to do all morning long. No trip to the lake. No adventure through the creek. No nature hikes. Boring.

After reading a few adventure books with Bana she says she has to leave for her Book Club. “Come here, Bonita. Here’s your adventure for the day. These are my paints and some paper. This stack of paper is for practicing your painting ideas. This stack of special paper is for your favorite idea. I have a special frame here for one of your works of art.”

I looked up on the wall at my favorite painting of Bana’s. On another wall is one my Aunt Scooby painted. They are both artists. Mine will never be that good.

Bana can see the doubt on my face. “Bonita, painting is an adventure just like swimming, hiking, and exploring in the woods. There isn’t just one right way. Every work is special. Play with the paints, explore your ideas, and see where the adventure leads you.”

While Grandpa Rock sits in the living room watching baseball, as usual, I get to work exploring with Bana’s paints. Page after page of the practice paper gets used up. I’m no good.

“Home run!” yells Grandpa happily. Must be the Cardinal’s. He makes me jump and splash my paints.

Grandpa comes to see what I’m up to. “These are all very good, Emily. How will you ever choose which one to frame?”

“Grandpa, you’re just being nice. I quit. Let’s just watch baseball.”

As we watch, I wonder, “Why can’t they hit the ball every time? They’re grown-up professionals and shouldn’t make mistakes, Grandpa.”

“Life is an adventure, Emilita. It’s not about doing things right. It’s about trying. And what about the pitcher? If the other team hit the ball every time, he would be failing, right?”

“Well, I’m trying to paint like Bana and Aunt Scooby, but I just can’t.”

“They messed up a lot, too. These are just some of their favorite works of art. You aren’t supposed to paint like them. You’re supposed to paint like you. Come here.” He leads me back to the spare room where there is a trunk. It’s full of Bana’s messy practice papers.

I know what I’ll paint now. I can make mine different from Bana and Aunt Scooby.

“Bana! You’re finally back. Look what I painted!”

“These are all wonderful, Bonita. Isn’t it fun to make mistakes, and try again?”

“Grandpa told me my art can be different and still be good, so I painted one for him.”

Painting and baseball can be fun adventures, too.

Bana and the Pool

This is my grandma and we call her Bana. She loves to have me visit for a week or two in the summer and join her on fun adventures. My Bana knows all sorts of fun places to explore.

Today is hot and sunny so we get to go to the pool. It’s not exactly an adventure, but we love to swim.

“Bonita, you’ll need your sneakers on for this adventure.”

“Bana, you know we can’t wear them in the pool like we did at the creek.”

“Trust me, Bonita.” Oh, my. What does my Bana have planned for today?

We walk out of the house with our backpacks on. Inside are our towels, sunscreen, water bottles, and goggles. In the driveway Bana walks right past the car! Yes! An adventure for sure! Where is she going?

At the stop sign at the end of the street we carefully cross and walk to the low bridge that crosses Indian Creek. This creek only has water in it when it has rained recently. It does have water in it today, but not much.

“When your mom was little, most of these houses weren’t here and she and your Aunt Scooby, Uncle Bobby and their cousins would play and explore down here. Let’s go!”

We walk right up the creek bed. Bana stops. “Let’s find a crawdad. Stand still.” We each catch one, but I drop mine back in. Eww! I just watch them scamper from rock to rock under the water as we walk up the creek.

At the park we climb out of the creek bed and walk to the pond. “This used to be hidden from the road in the middle of this field.” “But Bana, it’s right in the middle of the park! See the playground? And the baseball field, the tennis courts, and the pool is just over there!”

“I know, Bonita, but it’s true.”

On the far side of the pond are several old fashioned houses. “Which one is your home, Bonita?”

“Um. I think this one with the nice front porch. That way I can see the pond, the ducks, and watch out for trespassers on my homestead.” Bana and I like to pretend. She picks the house next to mine and we sit on the porches of our houses for a bit.

“No trouble today. Let’s go for a swim.” We walk to the pool and jump in. We pretend it’s actually the pond in front of our prairie homes.

What an adventure: hiking in the creek, catching crawdads, walking around the pond, sitting on my porch, and swimming in the pond!

I can’t wait for the next adventure!

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