One afternoon in December, while preparing for guests, I placed a decorative ceramic tray holding three electric (tacky, yes, but better than cats, carpet, upholstery & toddler on fire) candles on the fireplace mantle. Later, while I was preoccupied in the kitchen, the Lad -- who had been decorating with his own handmade paper snowflakes -- walked in & asked me if he could add one of his paper creations to "the offering table." I didn't understand him & because I was facing crunchtime, I just gave him carte blanche, figuring I could do damage control later, if necessary.
No corrections needed.
|A Child's Moon Shrine.|
He had rearranged the candles, adding another to make four & he had taped his "snowflake" above them, centered quite precisely. Lovely, but what was the story with the paper Moon? Hubby informed me that days earlier, during his flake-making, he said he was "making a Moon for Moma." Who knew it was to become such a striking altarpiece?
Four perfectly balanced lights beneath an orb of his own conception & creation.
Children are naturals.