I feel busy. Really busy.
Because of it, I decided to focus all my energies on the kiddos today.
What else could we do but... CRAFT! CREATE! PAINT!
We started with "real" artist canvases. Big ones.
Remember as a kid looking down at a huge white piece of paper and wondering what in the world to put on it?
That's the feeling I tried to evoke in my kids.
The feeling that anything is ok, anything goes and anything will make mom proud.
And so it began.
Then it ended.
The freedom, I mean.
I couldn't keep my darn paws (not to mention opinions) to myself!
What is my problem?
I found myself micro-managing my four-year-old's grass!
"How 'bout fluffy grass?" "What about a BIG house?"
I had to walk myself out of the room and ask her to surprise me with the result.
This was the end result.
She was happy.
I was happy.
(I didn't let her see me color in the dress on her purple portrait of herself.
Again, what is my problem??)
Damon's masterpiece happened all on its own.
He was done in seven minutes and, I promise, I tried to love it.
His two-legged, faceless deer was missing antlers.
I could see the sky through his ghostly-white, naked self-portrait.
The original tree was shorter than the (again) two-legged chinchilla standing next to it.
Together we fixed, and fixed, and fixed.
So, am I controlling?
But at the end of the day,
the contents of the paintings came entirely from the kids.
The colors? Kids.
The layout? Kids.
The grass? Kids.
Sky? Self-Portraits? Creatures? Kids.
And they were happy.