So, I sigh, and walk back into the kitchen, and see this hanging on my fridge:
Our very first art project. And I know, I can't leave them. Not for anything full time. Not even for a 20-hour part time position. Nope, this is where I belong.
I love how each picture so perfectly describes my children and their personalities. At the top, we have Warren: meticulous, controlled, planned. Each paint dab is carefully placed, perfectly round, well spaced. He thinks, then he does. In the middle, we have Dean. Erratic, energized, and all over the place. Some dots are smeared, some misshapen. There is no order or plan, dots are clustered together, and you can just see the energy he put into it. Not to mention all the paint dots on his arms and face as he was experimenting with it. And then, at the bottom, we have Reagan (thanks to a very sweet 8-year-old boy whose heart is full of Jesus for drawing it for us). Beautifully drawn purple butterfly, full of color and joy, perfectly controlled. I love these pictures and how they speak of all 3 of my children. I am so blessed one of my Hope Mommies thought of me and the empty fridge/lack of artwork I would have for Reagan and filled that void long before Warren and Dean were ready to make anything.