...when I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. To scold or hug.
I took a deep breath. Sometimes I am actually blessed enough to remember what it's like to be a child, and how their thought processes work differently from those of adults. No, they do not naturally consider consequences. That's a product of maturation and experience and, frankly, social training. When I saw this, although a part of my psyche was setting off the "How many times have I told them NOT to put STICKERS on the FURNITURE!?" alarms, a more gentle voice said, "They made beautiful things because they love you, and they wanted to give you a surprise."
The stickers (custom illustrations, every one) have been carefully removed and placed into my journal. The children have been acknowledged and hugged and given a gentle reminder about the proper surfaces for artistic expression.
And we all lived happily ever after.
As a mom who (especially lately...you have NO idea) has a tendency toward feeling overwhelmed and tense and out of control, having a reaction like this is pretty freaking awesome. My constant goal is to nurture more like it. I know I have a lot more work to do on "me", and little glimpses of potential are very, very encouraging.