I had the privilege of helping of helping with Art Week for a couple of hours this week. In our school, students have a period of art (instead of music) four times per year. This was one of those weeks.
As you might imagine, if you take a class of kindergartners (or 1st, 2nd or 3rd graders!) and add "PAINT!", you've got an adventure! It was the third grade class that touched me, though.... One boy in particular.
They were making "etched tin" ornaments (from pie plates and such that had been previously cut into the shape of ornaments and hearts). They'd taken their nails to scratch words, pictures and designs into their piece. Finally, they had adorned it with glitter-glue.
I was in the string-tying station. Ornament in hand, they'd come pick out a piece of yarn, and I would thread it through the hole and tie the loop. One boy in a striped sweater, striped ornament in hand, picked out a blue string.
I said, "You must like stripes...."
"My mom does..." he said, "... this is for her".
My eyes caught his face just as he finished his sentence. I noticed him stand a little straighter, and the light fill his eyes.
In that brief encounter, I was reminded again of what a privilege and an honor it is to be a mother.
Thank you, God, for allowing me to be....
Friday, December 18, 2009
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