Fingerprints

As I was spring cleaning, this balmy day in February (32 degrees fahrenheit), I noticed finger prints on the kitchen ceiling and on the painted surface of the top of a doorway. The ones in the doorway are noticable from a certain angle in certain light. A vision popped into my head of one of my son's standing there in the doorway, talking to me with his hands splayed at the top of the doorway, as he leaned forward, stretching his upper arms back.

Some of my cleaning was inspired by this son, who, quite tall, can see the top of our refrigerator. Leave it to our children to keep us in the light, teach us through their full honesty, tellin' us like it is. Today I honor our children for mirroring back to us what it is we need to learn . . . when we are ready (sometimes ready or not!). I hope that my imprint on their life has given them all they need to keep learning and look at themselves from a distance to be able to see who they truly are. Amazing beams of light.