Yesterday I learned a very important lesson; one that I wish I had learned many years ago. I came to the realization that little blue fingerprints are OK. It was OK that I found them on our bathroom sink the morning after our 2 grandsons, ages 3 and 5, were here. It’s just fine if they stained my kitchen table – in spite of the newspaper we had covering their work area. Little blue fingerprints are good. They are a reminder that young boys had fun painting a craft with Lola (that’s what they call me). They are also a reminder that one day, when they are grown up and I’ll have passed on, they’ll look back and say “Remember how much fun we used to have doing crafts with Lola?”
When I discovered the little blue fingerprints yesterday morning on the bathroom sink, my first reaction was a huge smile, recalling their delight as they painted their little wooden crocodile and lobster. As they painted, they asked, “Did you get one for you, Lola? Why don’t you have one to paint?” I really didn’t know what to answer them!
Looking again at the residue of their fun smeared on my bathroom sink, my though process took a turn. I saw their dad, Adriel, around their age, leaving little fingerprints, muddy shoe prints and other traces of a fun-loving preschooler, and unfortunately I saw their mom (me)…agitated, grumbling, and begrudgingly wiping up after him. Fingerprints weren’t so cute back then.
Thankfully, Adriel grew up to be a normal, Godly, responsible dad; I also matured. Now I realize how quickly time flies; read Psalm 90 if you need to be convinced of that. I learned to value happy kids over a spotless home. The little blue fingerprints are still on my bathroom sink and on the kitchen table, a reminder of fun times. And maybe I’ll just leave them there.