This Little Child

There is a very creative child in our midst.  William Wordsworth said that children come to us "trailing clouds of glory...from God, who is their home." This child came to us trailing clouds of glitter and spools of ribbons.

This is the picture she drew on her whiteboard.

This is the necklace she made for me out of "Cheerios covered with glue covered with sprinkles" and the tabs from all the pop cans leftover from the party last night.

This is the bracelet she made for Ptolemy. "He can eat it."

This is the gym in the corner out of a mini tramp and couch cushions.  The other kids are now paying a gym membership to use this corner.

 This is her sand bucket on the kitchen counter with homemade potpourri in it, including cut up straws and fresh dirt.

This is one of the many things she can do with tin foil, sprinkles and Elmer's. Mind you, all of this was just today. Yesterday, she decorated the house with palm trees, set up a carnival in the front yard, made a 30-layer cracker and peanut butter tower and traded bedrooms with Freestone.

  This is Araceli.  If you were one of those people who can see auras, you would see a big, pink, sparkly, rainbow-colored light around her head with sparklers shooting out in all directions.  Sometimes the aura turns muddy and the sparklers go dark and we grit our teeth and we wait.  That's what makes it all the more fabulous when the lights go up and the creative juices flow out of this little head and flood our house with the detritus of a thousand little ideas.

She might look like she's resting, but she's only dreaming of what to do with an empty box, a pair of scissors, a magpie feather and a stack of origami paper.  With Araceli, the possibilities are truly endless.