I want to remember.....

Yesterday while the kids and I were out running errands we went to the craft store, much to Collin‘s dismay. {Collin + Craft store = melt down} I needed wanted to pick something up quickly so that I could finish a project that I had been working on. While we were in the store Regan found a bird house that was just calling her name. She asked if she could PLEASE get it. How could I deny this crafty wish, I mean it was for this sole purpose that I went into the store for myself right??? She is my little artist. It is very rare to find her with out a paint brush, crayon, or pencil in her hand. She loves to create. She tell me that some day she will be an artist. {living from home of course} So, I gave in and bought her the bird house.

From the second we stepped foot in the house she started asking if she could work on it. “OK…. OK… hold on just a minute. I need to clean off the table first.” I replied. We went round and round like this several times until I knew that there was no more stalling….. This girl NEEDED to paint. She put on her apron of choice {the one with alligators that Poppie made of course} and then proceeded to pick out the colors of paints that she wanted for her bird house. She began working very hard on her sweet little bird house and I headed back into the living room to fold laundry.


THEN IT HAPPENED…… My non verbal little boy let me know VERY clearly with out words what he wanted. He grabbed my hand and I walked with him into the dinning room. He then took me to his high chair and started to hit it, letting me know that he wanted in it. He was just staring at Regan and her paints. So, I followed his prompts and went and got him his own, non toxic, stain free, finger paint. When he saw me with the paints he started yelling with excitement. I got the paper for him and then poured out two colors onto the paper plate. With out hesitation he stuck his little hand in and started to paint. He LOVED it… every second of it. Regan loved having him there with her and quickly finished her project so that she could help and paint with her Bubba. Collin enjoyed the texture of the paint on his hands and would just stare in amazement at the way that they looked with the vivid blue and pink hues of the paint. He even picked up his paper to kiss it and love on it at one point. He was proud of his work.


By the end of our project Collin was covered in paint, as well as his high chair and table. Regan and I could not stop laughing and enjoyed EVERY second of it. Regan LOVES when Collin plays with her, when he understands and get excited about what they are doing.


I want to remember this wonderfully ordinary day. I want to remember their smiles and the laughs. I want to remember how good I felt when I actually understood my son and was able to make him happy. I want to remember what their little hands looked like all covered in paint. I want to remember how fun it was to clean the table with Regan when we were all done. I want to remember this simple little moment that I got to share with my children forever.