Thursday, October 28, 2004
Who's Image?
Daycare licensing recommends posting handwashing instructions/diagrams at the bathroom sink. Not being one to be satisfied with the “status quo”, the internet printouts didn’t seem either interesting or kid friendly. So, I took a series of non-identifying digital photos of Matthew’s arms and shoulders as he performed the routine. After some sequencing and captions the poster was complete, and is taped to the wall above the sink.
This summer a 3 year old girl would always say “That’s me” while looking at the poster and washing her hands. At first I thought she said that because she was so ego-centric (as most of us are). But as other children have come to my place I’ve noticed identical comments from each of the children. One boy always says “That’s me” followed by “That’s Matthew”. Today this observance triggered a thought.
We are all works in progress, with events that create and define us. Along the way we find we can almost stand outside ourselves and take a snapshot of that moment in time. We remember where we lived, who we were with, the smells, colours, sounds and feelings. Is something overtaking your senses as you read this?
Do you remember your snapshots? Now arrange them, any way you want to. They don’t have to make sense chronologically or thematically. They are a template of you, filled with all aspects the emotion, sentiment, temperament.
Remember those children at my place who look at Matthew’s picture sequence and say “That’s me”? See your own sheet? Now picture God standing at it and saying “That’s Me.” How does that make you feel? Pretty amazing, isn’t it? Humbling. But true. We are all created in His image, and He is perfect. When He looks at our life He sees Himself. Think about that for a while. Kind of feels great, hey? You're not vain. Just roll around in that thought for a while. He loves you.
This summer a 3 year old girl would always say “That’s me” while looking at the poster and washing her hands. At first I thought she said that because she was so ego-centric (as most of us are). But as other children have come to my place I’ve noticed identical comments from each of the children. One boy always says “That’s me” followed by “That’s Matthew”. Today this observance triggered a thought.
We are all works in progress, with events that create and define us. Along the way we find we can almost stand outside ourselves and take a snapshot of that moment in time. We remember where we lived, who we were with, the smells, colours, sounds and feelings. Is something overtaking your senses as you read this?
Do you remember your snapshots? Now arrange them, any way you want to. They don’t have to make sense chronologically or thematically. They are a template of you, filled with all aspects the emotion, sentiment, temperament.
Remember those children at my place who look at Matthew’s picture sequence and say “That’s me”? See your own sheet? Now picture God standing at it and saying “That’s Me.” How does that make you feel? Pretty amazing, isn’t it? Humbling. But true. We are all created in His image, and He is perfect. When He looks at our life He sees Himself. Think about that for a while. Kind of feels great, hey? You're not vain. Just roll around in that thought for a while. He loves you.
// posted by Annette @ 1:44 p.m. 