Any other parents out there have a love/hate relationship with the easel we all get sucked into buying at some point? It’s so…unwieldy and such a…how should I say this?…process. I love how nicely the kids play together when they’re painting (as long as they are in the mood to share) and the colorful photos I can get of them while they are so engrossed are some of my favorites. But the pain to get it out of the closet, take out all the paints, get water, paper towels and paint brushes handy…hold on, am I seriously complaining about art supplies? Even as I type this I want to slap myself upside the head and get a grip. Sure, dealing with kids and paint can be a serious pain, but that’s crazy talk for something that can be so engaging and beautiful. Note to self: I need a reality check. This is what I signed up to do all day. I need to embrace paint more often and just be thankful my commute is from my art supplies to my front porch.
Sometimes it’s easier to just say, “Put on another show,” or just have them play upstairs in their bedrooms, certainly. But looking back on our summer and the number of times we made a conscious decision to explore our inner artists (not very many), I think that I need to stop assuming the kids get enough art in school and start devoting a little more effort to getting our hands good and colorful more often.
Parenting, like art, is definitely a process, and why is that a bad thing? I know that if the only thing this blog provides me is a place to reflect on which choices I make are good ones and which ones maybe not so much, it’s a worthwhile endeavor. Just like busting out the old easel every now and then.
After all, with mornings to myself with this girl, what better parenting can I provide than to let her explore her inner artist? Sometimes books and errands and lunch and naptime just have to wait.
Duly noted, self. Time to get our artist on.