work of art

I love watching my girls create art, color, draw pictures, write letters, cut shapes and the list could go on and on. Seeing them use their God-given talents, and watching their little wheels turn as they learn new things, is one of my favorite things about being a mom. Like any parent, I'm so proud of my girls.

The following picture is one of my favorite creations that Britten has been drawing lately:

In case you can't make it out, it's a hand...Her hand. She traces her own, missing her pinky finger and her thumb in the process, which leaves her with a 3-fingered hand. She doesn't seem to notice the deformation, so why point it out? She finishes it off by coloring "fingernails" and by drawing a line to connect the fingers together.

I love this picture. I keep finding it drawn on random pieces of scrap paper all over the house and in true two-year old style, have even found it drawn on walls a few times. It wasn't hard to figure out who the 3-fingered culprit was!

Part of me feels sad when I see this little drawing all over the house. Before long, these little drawings will start changing and they'll start resembling a more realistic looking hand. While the "hand" is evolving, Britten is evolving...From a little girl, who I still consider a toddler (though I know she's well past those days!), to a young girl, who I'll soon be sending off to preschool (gulp!).

I watch my girls reach their milestones with pride, but try as I might, I can't push away the sadness that accompanies it. I know that I'll eventually have to let my girls go. It's part of the responsibility of being a parent and I'm ok with that. But until then, I'm going to cherish the little 3-fingered drawings, even if it means I have to scrub them off my walls!