I have been trying rather sporadically to introduce Clara to the art of drawing with very little success. She would wave the markers around and look at me as if to say: "This is supposed to be fun? Lame, Mom." The noted exception was Gerald's birthday card in January which Clara helped me with.
I love drawing. I studied art. I want Clara to love it too. This morning as I was doing some work at my desk Clara came over and started pulling stuff off the bookshelves, as she is wont to do. After a few minutes I looked down. Clara had discovered a package of markers. They were scattered around her and she was holding one in her hand, cap off, poised to draw.
Amazed, I opened up a pad of paper for her. I showed her how to draw with a green marker. And that was it - Clara was drawing. A dash of yellow, she would throw the marker away and grab another. There were some stops and starts as she tried to figure out which end to put to paper and she colored her skin as much as the paper. But there she was - drawing. She took a break to toddle around and try to eat the marker, then she went back for some finishing touches.
After she was finished with her matserpiece, she promptly went down for a nap. I guess all those artistic brain synapses firing for the first time wore her out.
Yay! We have art for the refrigerator!
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