The rain continued, at first steady and soothing, then slowing to a trickle, just enough to keep me and my girls inside.
We find ourselves sitting at the kitchen table with nearly every art supply strewn about. Rainbows of markers, crayons, colored pencils and construction paper decorated the table, even before the pieces were created.
My favorite playlist sounded from my portable speaker contributing to the vibrant energy now filling the space. The rhythmic beat causes my five-year old’s head to bob and my two-year old pretends to sing along with the artist, making up the lyrics as she goes. Everything is made better with music.
Rose, the five-year old, has become very artsy lately. She has just recently started to take pride in the work she completes and finds satisfaction in careful work and precision. Rose begins her process and lets her creative juices flow. She carefully selects the color palette for her next marker masterpiece and gets to it. Today I decide that instead of completing the household chores I was going to spend time creating with my girls. There we sat, coloring, marker-ing, shading, admiring, singing, and bobbin’ together in this joyful space.
SCREECH! This all came to a halt when my two-year old takes a marker and swipes it across the wing of my five-year old’s fairy. Carefully crafted, time taking, near completion picture in ruins because of a careless slip of a marker. Tears ensued. You can’t undo marker. You can’t aide the feeling of betrayal, frustration of a ruined piece, in which you just worked your hardest. I didn’t know what to do so I just came over and held her as she cried those tears of disappointment and disgust. What’s a big sister to do? I’ll tell you what I would have done. I would have socked my sister right in the arm. It probably would have left a bruise.
After every rainy day the clouds eventually clear and the sun shines once again. Today’s rain may have come in the form of a ruined piece of art, but the sunshine followed as she spotted her art hung proudly at the desk of her daddy’s home office.