I feel inspired by my little artist. Her creativity flows and her desire to create is so strong. I love that her imagination guides her and that she feels with her heart. I watch her paint while smiling as she sings to herself. Every so often she will stop to show me her progress and then resume stroking her brush across the paper. Her love for the arts makes me smile. Her passion to create as present as ever. I think back to the other night when I was complaining because the light switch was green, the sink handles were green and the door was even laced with faint stripes of green. And then another time – clay. Everywhere. Reddish brown clay. “She dances through the house painting the walls with her fingers”, I told my husband. I was annoyed. I felt like cleaning finger prints and foreign substances was becoming too common. I was over it. “She might be the next Picasso”, my husband’s reply. Over the past few months he has become my voice of reason… Together we cleaned the remains of her fingerprint mural and that night as I laid beside her waiting for her to fall asleep I pondered on his words. Oh yes, on occasion I ponder. He was right I thought to myself she just might be.
And on this particular night as I sat beside her I pictured a home with no fingerprints on the walls, no pictures of houses scattered throughout the house, no crayons under the couch. I didn’t like that particular picture. And again I pondered. I’ll take the fingerprints and the papers and the mess because she comes with that and there’s nothing I’ve ever wanted more than her…
I pull my chair closer to the table. I had been invited to join her. Together we created our own masterpieces. This is how it should be I thought. I want to go back to that mom who didn’t worry about the fingerprints all that much. The one who didn’t have a meltdown because there was red paint or spaghetti sauce all over the light switch and sink handles. Yes there should be balance. She needs to know to clean up behind herself some. I’m sure but I haven’t found it – the balance – and I’m tired of worrying about fingerprints when I should be focused on creating masterpieces and memories with my child. After all she just might be the next Picasso.
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I think the same thing about my kids. They amaze me and bring out my creativity for sure.
Steph
Love that children do that! One of the perks of parenting :)
She is too cute, Kris. I’ll bet you have stacks of her artwork by now. My dad gathered all of my childhood art into a book. He and my mom always supported my artistic leanings. They even let me study fine art in college. ha ha! I was lucky to have them. Your daughter is a lucky girl, too :)
Thanks Monica!! You are correct we have stacks and stacks of it. I’m hoping to one day organize it and have always liked the idea of organizing it into a book! Your dad was on to something!!
It’s great that your parents were so supportive and aware of your interests and gifts. Love that you studied fine art in college! :)
Oh I can so relate! I want my kids to be creative but then I freak out when their creativity ends up all over the house! :-)
Ha!! Made me laugh. I so can relate :) thanks for sharing that!
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