She draws a flower and colours it in on the sheet of paper.
“Very nice, dear. Um, how about doing some writing? You’ve been drawing a lot and we’ve not touched writing for some days.”
A messy sheaf of recycled paper full of her brother’s and her drawings is stacked loosely on the blue table in the room, teasing me cheekily with its precarious tipping over the table’s edge.
“No…I don’t want to write”.
“Just a little? Shall I pick a short verse or phrase?”
Silently, thoughtfully, she fingers the markers in the box.
“Mummy, how do you spell ‘Jesus’”?
“J E S U S”.
“J E S U S. Okay.” I can hear the light scratching of the marker against paper as she prints each letter out.
“And this is the bread, and this is the blood, and a heart, ‘cos God loves us and Jesus died on the cross.”
“Very nice. Pretty much the gospel in a nutshell! Are you drawing anything else?”
Nevermind the writing practice, I tell myself it can wait another day.
“I’ll draw…a little girl standing here, and a little boy…”
The marker continues etching out a busy little trail.
“…when we sin…Jesus is sad…but when we are good…He is happy…right?”
“So this is wrong…” she marks an X beside the sad face, “and this is right!”, she finishes off with a tick beside the happy face.
She goes on to finish a few more details on the sheet, before handing it to me as a present, and running off to join her brother in play.
Leaving me here holding on to this precious piece of paper. I’m not adding this one to the stack. 🙂
I don’t know that we’d done writing practice as I would have envisioned it to be…
but I’m pretty sure we’ve just had a very good session of Word practice!
All your children will be taught by the Lord,
and great will be their peace. – Isaiah 54:13