I did this one mostly at night while my family slept. I was going through a bad PTSD flashback. I wanted to cry and scream and lash out, but instead I painted. One of my twins noticed how her foot doesn't look right. We had a discussion about how every creature is different. How everyone has a flaw within themselves and how it okay to be this way. That being too hard on your self is not the best thing to do and if you make mistakes, that finding forgiveness is a step that will make you feel happy again. He understood. When he does his art now, if he makes a goof, he says it is no big deal, doesn't have to be "perfect."

This piece helped me through a tough time and him to learn to be okay with his flaws, which in turn helped me again.