My 2-Year-Old Rembrandt
I laughed out loud this past Shabbat morning when I opened up Yaakov’s folder from Gan Ruth and discovered the following drawings…
It really was an awesome idea from Yaakov’s exceptionally devoted, creative, and skilled teacher–Ganenet Ruth. What kind of teacher thinks to save each child’s first drawing on September 1st so that we parents can kvell over our child’s transition from scribbles to drawings of actual things and objects and living beings by the last day of Gan on July 3rd?
But my Yaakov, it appears, started out the year scribbling, and has ended the year scribbling. When I saw the pictures I thought– my Yaakov’s learned a lot at Gan Ruth this year, but he’s definitely no Rembrandt.
Later that afternoon, though, I revisited those pictures. And I noticed something.
Both drawings are scribbles. But the September 1st scribble is thin and spare and blahfully brown. And the July scribble? It’s dense and full and packed with bright colors. September is a low-muscle-tone mess. July packs an artistic punch.
And looking at these scribbles, I was reminded of myself.
I yearn to make the leap from distracted to focused.
From impatient to patient.
From cowardly to courageous.
From grouchy to kind.
If Ganenet Ruth took candid camera footage of this JewishMOM on September 1st and July 3rd, you would see scribbles here as well as there.
But take a deep look at my scribbles?
And your scribbles too….
And I promise that you will see the silent and subtle flowering of growth between the lines.