The Fingerprints on the Window
When Margaret Chen moved into her first house in Boise in 1987, she spent an entire Saturday cleaning the picture window in the living room until it was spotless. By Monday morning, her three-year-old son David had pressed both palms against the glass, leaving a perfect set of small handprints at knee height.
She cleaned them. They reappeared. She cleaned them again. For years, this was their unspoken routine — David's sticky fingers and Margaret's bottle of Windex locked in a quiet war neither of them acknowledged.
Then David left for college at Oregon State. Margaret walked through the quiet house that first evening and stopped at the picture window. It was perfectly clean. No one had touched it but her in weeks. She stood there for a long time.
When David came home for Thanksgiving, Margaret noticed him lean against that window while talking on the phone, his hand resting against the glass. She saw the print he left behind after he walked away.
She did not clean it.
It is still there. David is forty-two now, a father himself, and Margaret will tell anyone who asks that the smudge on her window is worth more than the house it sits in.
Psalm 127:3 calls children a heritage from the Lord — not a project to manage or a problem to solve, but an inheritance. The fingerprints our children leave on our lives are not messes to clean up. They are the markings of a gift we were never meant to keep spotless, only to receive with open hands.
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