One day, I walked into an antique store in Hailey, Idaho. The only thing I really remember from that visit is a painting. It was tucked high up in a peaked rafter—easy to miss—but it caught my eye. It was of a small child crying.
I fell in love with it.
I’m sure my newly awakened mother’s heart had something to do with it—Thing 1 was only 18 months old at the time. But we were broke, so I left the store without it.
Six months later, I unwrapped that very same painting for my birthday.
It was no small feat for my sweet and thoughtful husband to get it, especially since we were living in the Willamette Valley—nearly 13 hours away. When I opened it, I cried.
That painting has hung in various places in our home for the past eight years. At first, I put it in our dining room, not realizing what a conversation piece it would become.
Almost everyone who sat at our table asked the same question:
“What do you think she’s crying about?”
(As it turns out, it was a little girl—but from the shadows in the rafters, I had always seen a boy.)
I loved hearing people’s interpretations.
One of my African “brothers,” who grew up in a very poor region, thought she was a spoiled rich girl crying because she didn’t get her way. I thought she was crying because she missed her mama.
But my favorite answer came from Thing 1.
He was only about two at the time.
Thing 1: “Mommy, why do you think that girl is crying?”
Me: “I don’t know. Why do you think she is crying?”
Thing 1: “Because she read a sad book.”
Me: “Oh, yes… that can sometimes make you cry. What do you think we should do about it?”
Thing 1 (very confidently): “Umm… hug her, pray, and read a different book.”
Isn’t it true that a picture is worth a thousand words?
Pictures are stories all on their own.
I often wonder what you would say if you came to our table. What story does she tell you?
Try showing a picture to your own littles and see what stories they come up with.
You might be surprised.
If you want, I can also help you tie this one more directly into your Story Garden or blog voice—it already fits beautifully.
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