When Kids Paint a Yogurt Mess or Life Gives you Lemons…

Recently, I started documenting my kids at home in photographs – just as they are, amidst all the clutter and chaos, doing what they are doing, wearing what they wearing, completely unposed and in black and white! (You can check out a some of the images here!)

I consciously keep my eyes and camera open to capture their everyday moments – when they burst into laughter or have a meltdown or when they are quarelling or playing together… Always watching for those in between moments where there is so much life happening!

A few days ago, one evening, after we had a long tiring day, we were sitting in our drawing room. Kaity had just finished her dinner and her plate, with left over yogurt, was lying on the table. All of us were too exhausted to even clear the table!

The minute Krissy spotted the dollop of yogurt on the plate, she came, dunked her hand in it, ran to our mirror and started painting a mess!

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A Little Jesus Confussion

Well, KT is very familiar with Jesus. She can identify Him in picture books and paintings. She even prays the cutest prayers. One of it goes like this – “Jesus, bless mummy, daddy, puppy dog, mummy puppy dog and daddy puppy dog!” (Stray dogs she saw several months ago at a garbage dump in Trichy!). Suppose me or Vj is sick, she’ll lay hands on us and pray, “Jesus, bless headache/pain/fever!” 

She also hears the name Jesus several times during the week and many more times on Sundays at church!

However a couple of recent incidents have made me curious as to how she has pictured Jesus. How has her little mind conceived Jesus!

Every afternoon when she returns from school and while I unlock the door to our house, she’ll ask, “Amma, who is inside?”

I, since I firmly believe that we’re never alone, that God’s presence constantly abides in us and in our home, will reply, “Jesus is inside, darling!”

For a few days, she just said okay and didn’t ask much about it.

Sometime last week, she asked the same question again and I replied the same. She immediately ran inside the house, searched each room and returned telling me, “Amma, Jesus is lost! He is not there!”

Of late, she resumed sucking her thumb when she feels sleepy. So Vj and I apply neem oil on her thumb or put a sock in her right hand trying every possible thing to stop her from doing so. On one such attempt, Vj put one of his shirts for KT, as it covers her hands completely. She took a look at it. It was long, her feet was almost covered. She looked at herself. And then asked, “Amma, I am Jesus?”

I broke into laughter, but kept wondering how I would explain Jesus to her. It will take some years for her to grasp the fact that Jesus Christ is her Creator and Savior. But long before that, I really wish my little girl will experience a personal encounter with Him. I do not want Jesus to be a familiar, invisible, imaginary person to her. I really hope that she will get to know Him in a real tangible way. Jesus after all said,

Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they will see God.

Matthew 5:8

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