So, as I read parenting books and magazines and see facebook pictures of fellow moms of toddlers doing these awesome crafts with their kids, I feel a mild tinge of guilt. See, I hate crafting with my kids. I know, I know I am stifling the potential for my 3 year olds to discover their true artistic genius. One of them could be the next Van Gogh. Although, I would prefer if they keep their ears. But, damn, I really hate cleaning up the mess.
About once a year, I tell myself I am going to be a good mom and I trudge on over to Michael's and select some fun crafting tools, like markers, paint, paper and stamps. The last time I did that was actually well over a year ago and I put the bag containing said supplies in the top of the boys' closet. I took the bag out about 2 months ago when my lovely babysitter was on her way over.
Yep, I let my boys loose with paint and paper on a poor unsuspecting Meaghan. She did very well with the crafting project, perhaps because she has 4 younger siblings at home and her mom actually did crafts with her. So now, almost every time Meaghan comes over, the turkeys' want to paint. Tee, hee. I am a brilliant evil genius, aren't I? Sorry, Meags!
I wish I could find the patience to craft with my kids. But when we try, I get so frustrated that they don't want to listen and then I may or may not end up talking with a raised voice (some might call this yelling, I do not) and then what was supposed to be a fun project ends up with us all pissed at each other.
14 year olds are much better at this than I am. Happy crafting!
Love and peace,