When my son turned two, we had a trash party. In the middle of his party, we dumped our Christmas wrapping trash bags onto the ground and created an ocean of garbage on the patio. We then played relay races to see who could pick up the most trash in the fastest time. My delighted 2-year-old cheered us on, yelling “TRASH! TRASH! TRASH!” as he bent his knees and clapped his incredibly small hands together. I don’t think it would be a stretch to say that it was the best day of his life.
This is so dang sweet. I love the connection between getting messy to make beautiful things. That's so true with writing about the deepest parts of ourselves and our stories.
Allison, I loved reading this! I enjoyed how the arc of the story unfolded and your self reflection. "There is something so profoundly human about creating beautiful things with our hands." yes!
Yucky. Messy. Dirty.
"Sometimes we have to get messy to make beautiful things." I love this line so much! Thank you for reminding the adults of this too.
Absolute perfection. Thank you for sharing your words, Allison!
this is *really* well written! I smiled the whole time! Great intro.
Love how sponges soaking and squeezing also ties into messy art!
This was all just perfectly said!
This is so dang sweet. I love the connection between getting messy to make beautiful things. That's so true with writing about the deepest parts of ourselves and our stories.
Allison, I loved reading this! I enjoyed how the arc of the story unfolded and your self reflection. "There is something so profoundly human about creating beautiful things with our hands." yes!
Wow. This really resonates. I’m trying hard to let go too. I have two boys and I want them to enjoy God’s creation. Thank you for sharing 💛