I’m one of those parents.
The parent who has a heck of a time not interfering or involving myself when my children are participating in any type of artful creating or crafting with glue, scissors, paint, glitter….it doesn’t matter the medium, I feel the need to be a part of it.
I want to become their third hand, finishing every painted brush stroke, cleaning up every edge of paper they have cut out with scissors.
It is so hard for me not to deeply involve myself in their projects. I want to help. I want them to be perfect. I want them to succeed. I want it to look pretty.
I also like to offer my two cents when it comes to their writing; punctuation, verb introduction and filling them with story ideas when they are constructing written sentences and paragraphs. I want them to see the excitement their writing can take on if they interject the correct pause or properly use alliterative verse or figurative language to express their ideas.
Their response….”Mooooooommmm, just let me do it!”
I can take a hint.
So yesterday, I sat on my hands while they painted their Pinewood Derby cars. It took everything in me not to touch up the missing spots or better yet, sand down the car before the painting even began.
But these were THEIR creations and interpretations of the hottest hot rods out there.
And they were so happy.
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