You’re going to be successful, I just know it.

Grammy and I were walking up the bleachers at Ben’s indoor soccer game.  We looked up.  There you were, sitting by your Mom and Jack, holding some drawings.  The “Picasso style” caught my eye.  Our creative Emma, always inventing, thinking, discovering, trying, experiencing, pondering, experimenting.

But this time, there was a twist.  I heard you talking to your Mom and she asked about the cost of your newest masterpieces.   You said:

“I’m selling them for 50 cents each.”

That got my attention – and I thought to myself – “she’s selling her artwork?”  “How precious is that?  What kid creates a drawing and expects to sell it… at the age of eight years old?”

Emma Clickman,that’s who.

I opened my wallet, grabbed two dollar bills, and gave them to you, saying “I’d like to buy those two paintings.”  You said:

“but they’re only 50 cents apiece.”

“I know, but they’re worth more.”

You gleamed, proud of your accomplishment, but no more proud than Grammy and I were of you.

I thought to myself  “that girl is going to be successful someday, she’s something else.”

Grammy said:

“she’s my little entrepreneur.”