I sat down to write a note of thanks and found another drawing on the table.
Scribble to some. Imagination and vision to another. The creator always knows. Isn’t it always how we see it?
And I remember the one I should have saved.
There were about eleven copies. Annie brought them to me one day and presented them as usual. “For you, Mom.”
They were all of the exact same thing. It seemed like mountains. And each picture had a circle at the bottom with a dot in the middle. I said, “Annie, what is this?”
“It’s a foot, and that’s a boo boo.”
“Ann, is your foot hurting?’
We found out that day Ann had an abscess on her foot. She didn’t just come up and tell me her foot hurt. She expressed herself through art. And right then at that moment, I said it.
“Annie, you are an artist. You express your feelings through art.”
She smiled. And I believed. I spoke out what I believed for her future. For her right now.
If words have power, and they do…..and if parents have influence….and we do….what have we spoken over the life of our children? Is there something waiting to spring forth when we activate that faith in a child?
To name the gift is to believe in what we see developing within them. We open doors to hope and purpose when we are specific and intentional with our words.
What life can you speak forth in your child today? Name the gift and watch that child shine.