The way Cami processes information can look very messy. I used to get upset because her room seemed to me a “disaster” on a constant basis.
I shudder to think I might have used that word aloud and shamed her for what it looks like when she soaks in life.
Two of my husband’s Facebook posts this week:
The remnants of my daughter at “play”: Bible open to Proverbs 17-18, thesaurus open to the w’s, colored pencils and a sketchbook, an empty snack bowl, and a half-read novel (taken this morning while she was still asleep).
Cami calls this display her “Self Portrait”. She had no idea I posted that other photo yesterday. Look closely and you’ll see a book of poetry she’s writing, a Latin and a German dictionary she’s reading for fun, a book about Scottish clans and their tartans, and some other little hidden gems. Look, I know I’m incredibly biased but I seriously have an amazing daughter. Takes my breath away sometimes.
Never again will I complain about having to step over things in her bedroom floor. As long as there’s a path to the light and the window, I’m okay with it.
Breathing in grace for us all to be who we are,