I’m that mom who itches to help with the positioning of my daughter’s trees on the paper so they’re standing right side up the way trees are “supposed” to stand. I’m that mom who holds my own hand back from snatching up the glue stick when I have the STRONGEST urge EVER to help her finish putting the leaves on in just the right spots.
“Mom! Stop it! That’s NOT where they go! Uggggghhhh!”
She’s three. I’m so proud of her.
She’s teaching me how to trust – her plans, artistic process, that life is much bigger than me and my tiny, little need to get it “right”.
In the end, when given the space, children always surprise you with thoughts and art and comments that are so profound that they bend your stale, adult mind into fits of joy. My little one creates the most beautiful, heart-wrenching, colourful, thoughtful art.