As you walk through my home, you will not notice any elaborate wall hangings, posters, paintings, craft projects, or even any crosses, though I'd love to have a wall of different hand made ones. But as you walk into my dinning area, the hallway and even more so, when you cross the thresh hold of my older children's bedroom, you will notice something.....
THEIR artwork, in a array of colors, styles, also coming from different utensils, such as crayons, pencils, markers, and pen. Thankfully permenant markers are not on the list....yet.
Now, don't get me wrong, I don't let my children decorate our home with their own art. In fact most days I have to remind myself that....
It will not be there forever, that one day, after we have painted over all the beautiful creativity of my artistic children, and have moved on into a bigger home, and they are no longer at the stage that they are in now, I will miss seeing their masterpieces all over our home. I will miss how free they felt to express themselves to me and their daddy. I will miss how they want to show us their art and how they aren't afraid if it is good or not, they draw from their hearts.
Keep these memories, take pictures, make memories with even these moments. Because one day, you will be standing at your door, watching your children get into their cars, to go home, to be with their families, and as you turn around, and shut the door, if your not careful, you will wish you hadn't painted over the drawings on the wall.
Love your blog! Keep up the good work my friend!
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ReplyDeleteThat's so true. I know that this time we have with our children goes way too fast! I just pray I can enjoy all of it-even the messes.
I like it!
ReplyDeleteNot too long ago I saw a note about a lady who had always kept her kids height on the door frame (I do that too). They had moved, and many years later the person who bought the home knew her and cut the part out that had the name, height, date. He framed it in a shadowbox setting. It was truly priceless to the mom, because that son passed away as a teenager.
How special!