Beautiful day outside, scratch that, oh my goodness amazing day in May for this desert dweller. Grabbing the joy and smashing it in our schedule, we pulled out the art table. Literally.
Pulled it outside. Plum filled it with every art medium we could find (washable art medium, I'm zany, not crazy). And for the day we filled pictures.
Of course, we started with finger paint. Yep I'm 37 and madly adore wiggling my index in finger paint. When I'm 97, I'll still be giggling with gloppy fingers.
Squishing the paint. Mixing the colors. You cannot help but let go. A picture will never turn out perfect. It's not the perfection you are aiming for. Its the joy in creating.
Wham. Think the ahaaaa moment, sitting there with green and blue finger tips. Momma, it's not perfection in raising you kids that you should be aiming for. Its the joy in creating.
Maybe I need to get the finger paints out more often. Maybe my kids need a momma that leaves paint all over their lives, gloppy finger painting joy.
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