Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Artwork


I have kind of given up on keeping my mirrors and windows clean. At least the ones that are readily accessible to a small red-headed boy. I have a large framed mirror in my bedroom that runs low enough for him to touch. Each time I clean the glass, he walks right up and starts licking, smearing, and face-pulling. So I let it go longer than usual because, let's face it, it means more work in the end. It got to the point where every time I would look at those fingerprints I would feel annoyed that no matter how hard I clean, this little two year old is right behind me ready to undo. So as I watched Conference through the heavily fingerprinted T.V. screen, President Monson's words touched me as he encouraged us to enjoy each stage of life and even went on to say that the fingerprints that cover every surface of our homes would one day be missed. I think we all know it is truth but it is easy to forget while in the "trenches" of the daily grind. Though our family laughs together often, I must admit that I lost focus and let those sweet little fingerprints represent frustration rather than joy. My heart is sorry for that. Thank goodness for renewal.

5 comments:

JujuBean said...

I couldn't agree more. Thank heavens for little fingerprints!

Juli said...

Grandma King taught me that same lesson several years ago--we visited her when Nata was 1 year old and several weeks later I found out that she still couldn't bring herself to wipe Nata's little fingerprints off her sliding glass door. I was so touched.
I've kind of become a kids' fingerprint/handprint junkie since then.....

Jenn said...

And now.. an up to date comment-sorry just got to your blog today! I loved that talk too. I really need to stop worrying about getting things done and pay more attention. My baby is almost 4 already-it's crazy how fast it goes by. So I should appreciate the toothpaste paintings Sam makes regularly on the bathroom mirror??!!

Chocolates for Breakfast said...

Amen to all of the above! I have a totally different perspective at this end of parenting. I can't bring myself to clean off the french door window until I know the grandaughters are about to return to replenish my supply of fingerprints!...sweet memories! I don't even mind the messes my 6'3" "baby boy" makes so much anymore, as I know all too soon my house will be depressingly picked up and empty!?

ali said...

that was a sweet talk, I had tears in my eyes as I heard it.