My four year old loves to create art. Cut and paste with scissors and glue, draw with crayons, pencils or markers, paint. Today his preferred method for his creative expression was paint. Paint is messy and I don’t do so well with messy. I love to watch him as he gets lost in the moment of personal expression; I cringe at the mess that goes along with that. Lots of paper towels close by just in case.
Sometimes life is messy. While I would prefer neat, clean and orderly I am beginning to embrase more of the messy. Messy things sometimes are a needed step in the process to uncover the beautiful. To allow the beautiful to be created. When I stop trying to keep life clean and orderly I open myself up to a whole new world of beautiful.
Allowing my son to get messy, to create a mess in his process of creating art and personal expression is so important. The messy things in my life might very well be an important process to uncovering my true inner beauty; in the image of my creator.
While I will never enjoy the messy things I am learning to appreciate the value. Understanding that in the right environment the mess is not without purpose.
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