I was browsing through old photographs on my computer and I came across several photos I had taken inside my home on obviously a very quiet day. At least I think it must have been quiet, because as I studied each photograph a recurring theme came to my mind--that room was clean.
I swear I don't know how that happened.
Occassionally, I have had friends and aquaintances admire me for my talents--writing, painting, and cooking, which in turn tend to make my head get bigger and bigger with each compliment. However, even though I do all these things and more: I do not clean.
When guests come over, I like to politely apologize for my house looking lived-in.
My walls upstairs are covered in little kid designs of crayons, markers, and highly pigmented pastel chalks. My nearly white carpets are stained in shades of pink, blue, and brown--the results of juice spills and my oldest writing his name in the carpet. I don't need art galleries and museums...why I have my kids to create beautiful contemporary works of art!
They even sign them.
Truly though, I think my kids take after me and their father. They are learning through our examples of creative ingenuity and artistic expression. They are following in our footsteps and perhaps one day one of them will be an artist or a writer. Above anything though, I just want to see them succeed in anything they try. I see our kids mimicking our every thought, action, and word in all we, their parents, do. This is a great thing for they are learning self-reliance, honesty, and