Hence our surprise one day when our Bosnian lesson ended to see that Eleanor had painted the entire salt dough Nativity set that we had made as a family.
I don't yell at my children. But my children always know when I disapprove. I'm not sure what give me away--my voice? my face?--but I know my disapproval feels to them as bad as if I yelled at them. I've been trying to learn to control that reaction, and in a happy parenting moment, I succeeded. I bit my tongue and kept my eyes focused on my little girl instead of on her paint job. "See? I painted Mary in blue. I wanted her to be pretty."
I've realized the new version of our nativity is beautiful. Just like my creative little girl.