Two different painting projects (one on her own, one supervised), one fudgscile, and a quick swizzle of hands in paint water, gives you these following images. I love her and everything that these photos represent. Isn’t childhood supposed to be messy, mixed up and covered in finger paint? These pictures tell me I’m doing a good job, not because they remind me that she escaped into Maggie’s room with a tube of paint, but because she is beaming, proud, loved, and full of delight. She took a long, colorful bath last night, and now she’s all clean….I put the paints away, because as much as I love these photos, I’m not ready for a repeat today. Remember to get good and messy sometimes, messes can bring joy. Here’s some proof:
“These pictures tell me I’m doing a good job, not because they remind me that she escaped into Maggie’s room with a tube of paint, but because she is beaming, proud, loved, and full of delight.” YES, indeed. A good reminder for me when spontaneous body art happens at a bad (for me) time!