In making one my daughter's bed today after company left, I spotted this on the dust ruffle:
I found my mind traveling back 18 years...One of my best friends had disciplined her less-than-2-year-old for writing with markers all over their hallway wall. That week, she lost her precious baby. She never cleaned the markings off the wall; and when she moved, her family carefully cut the sheetrock around the artistry, framed it, and displayed it prominently in their new home. Sometimes, you just gotta see with a new perspective.
Now, I'm sure one of my grandaughters created this masterpiece..it doesn't really matter which one. It sort of gives me this sense of their presence and comfort knowing that a part of them has been left with me in our home.
As a grandparent, I have a different perspective. In fact, while I can smile at the thought of the secret that is hidden under a quilt, I can rest in the confidence that~~at some point~~each one of my granddaughters has left such masterpieces on some unorthodox canvas and probably were disciplined in a way that no longer left them with the desire to create further reminders of their presence.
I'm glad this happened before that time...because it sure does make my cup overflow!