“It’s nice,” my mother said in response to a mind map I drew. That’s her most generous appreciation of my work. A “nice” from my mother for my work is equal to a “wow” from others.
“It’s nice,” she said. “You apply what you learn. But I can’t do this.”
“Why not?” I asked, fully aware of what I would hear.
“I’m not creative enough.”
She shrugged and walked away. Apparently, she was in no mood for my pseudo-deep talks. But why doesn’t she feel creative?