I’ve had this idea for awhile, and this weekend my sweet husband helped make it a reality. (He’s required both for heavy lifting and precise measurements. I get distracted, start “eyeballing”…it spirals out of control. But I digress.) I wanted to frame some of Brynna’s artwork in our entry hall. I thought it’d be a cute idea. It turned out to be way more than that.
I bought frames especially designed for kids’ artwork so you can easily add more, replace, etc. They are advertised as being a way to keep their masterpieces over time and “build self esteem.” I thought that an interesting marketing technique, and as the day has gone on, I couldn’t agree more. I love the way it looks. I love that we will be able to see and enjoy Brynna’s art as she grows and develops. Most importantly, though, I love the way her face lit up when she walked downstairs and it was completed. I love that she will never doubt how much we believe in her. When I say she is capable and creative she’ll need only look as far as that wall for reassurance. She will have a tangible reminder that I love what she does and who she is enough to display it for all to see.
I caught myself staring into the hall all day today. How often do we do that? How often do they bring something home that – let’s be honest – we have no idea what it’s supposed to be? We look at it, praise them and then as soon as they are distracted, we shove it in a drawer (or worse. Don’t feel bad. More than one of BG’s masterpieces has met File 13.). But how often do we sit and stare at what they’ve done? How often do we take a moment of quiet and contemplate that the tiny little being that couldn’t hold her head up, can write letters and paint with a paintbrush?
This began as a cute project idea but has become so much more. It is my silent nod of encouragement when Brynna wonders if what she does is good enough. It is my place to watch my baby grow into a big girl. It is more than a wall of art. It is a wall where I can remember and be grateful.