A few months ago, I was enjoying a late summer day with my toddler son. We were taking advantage of the beautiful weather by playing with some sidewalk chalk in our driveway.
“Make a rainbow!” my son instructed me. So, I did and drew a neat little ROYGBV (no indigo) arch. He was not satisfied.
“No! Not like that! A big rainbow with ALL the colors!”
He wanted me to include every piece of chalk that we had. I, of course, obliged because everyone knows you don’t mess with toddlers.
After a few minutes I had created a new rainbow using every single piece of chalk we had. Every shade of every color and every broken fragment got its own line.
He was happy then. It was a little lopsided, but he didn’t mind. He loved it.
It may seem silly, but this small interaction made a big impression on me. I have saved this picture for a long time waiting to find the right words to go with them. I’m not sure I have them yet.
All I know is that I am constantly amazed by the minds of children.
I love their ability to think outside the box.
I love that their creativity is not impeded by previously learned rules of how things are “supposed” to be.
I love their flexibility and acceptance of things that may be a bit lopsided rather than needing everything to be “perfect” (whatever that is).
I love that they are open to including everyone in their hearts and every piece of chalk in their artwork.
I love seeing the world through my children’s eyes, and I am so grateful for the chance to do so. That is how I want to see the world always.
“Thank you,” he said.
No, thank you, buddy.