Perspective makes all the difference some days. He walked up to me with white and red paint all around his mouth and smeared up to his right ear. I looked at my little shirtless Batman with the question forming on the tip of my tongue, when I looked down at his hands and saw the small containers of paint. “Mom, can you help me get the green and pink open?”
This is one of those times where having the right perspective is critical. To say I was going to have a mess to clean up was an understatement. He is covered in paint, I have no idea where his shirt is, but I’m sure it is also covered in paint, and what surface he was painting was still a mystery. But before I could say anything, I caught the look in his eyes. A mixture of excitement, determination, pride, and independence were all in the sea of blue. He is more than any mess.
The paint is washable and so is he. With a smile, I took the paint from him. As I was opening his two other colors, he proudly told me how the red and white did not need to be opened because he opened them with his teeth.
