Seth and Lucy were given the same assignment: a landscape scene. Can you guess who's is who's? The paintings reflect their personalities well.
I've decided to adopt an air of patience with this fourth child from before the start. Before she even gets here. I have a horrible habit of adopting instead that parenting pitfall of a practice: the perpetual push. "Hurry up!" "Let's go!" "Come ON!" "Please be quick!" "Hustle!" This is the rhetoric of the habit. I'm constantly urging them past the details of life. But, really, embarrassingly, we have no where in particular to be anywhere on any sort of clock. This one snatch of time before life catches up with our pajama mornings and sunshine afternoons whose end only require a scrub in the tub and on the teeth before we slip off to bed, will be gone---so soon.
Seth's details are precise. He sees the world in a particularly quiet and observant way. I should aid his ongoing effort to smooth the details by satisfying every inquiry ("Did Jesus just make the earth and the worker guys made the houses?"), though it may double our walk time from the car to Target's doors. Lucy's details are bit more challenging for my task-oriented mind. It takes a great deal of pause to let her paint the brown spots across the sunshiny sky and fill in the blanks with purple clouds--so to speak.