Something happened about one week ago.
A switch went off in The Tackler.
It began innocently enough.
His sister wanted to color, so I hauled out the crayons.
He naturally wished to do whatever it was she was doing. He pulled out his crayons, then his markers.
My friend Bobbi also joined in with her booklet of drawing paper.
And the switch flipped.
The Tackler is completely enthralled with drawing.
The same child who six months ago thought art and craft projects were a race for who would finish first.
The same child who wouldn’t draw on his Magnadoodle but insisted CG and I do it for him – which had the unplanned benefit of him learning all of his letters and shapes before the age of two.
Perhaps it is a phase, but I love it.
The only flaw is the same issue he had as a baby: perfectionism.
He combines his love of maps and tries to draw the United States.
I cannot draw the United States, and in childhood, if it didn’t involve tracing or the state of Colorado, none of my states ever looked right.
If his doesn’t look right, he dissolves into tears and eventually melts down.
I’m trying to show him there is never a wrong answer in art.
Meanwhile, I am impressed with his talent, which I think is close to what mine was around age seven.
Which ironically isn’t much different from what it is now. Words are my chosen form of artistic expression.
As with his other learning obsessions (space, the human body, counting), I try to do all I can to encourage it.
And continue the lesson that nobody is perfect, nor do they have to be.
Do you or your child have a task that has to be “perfect” or meltdown might ensue?
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Tackler quote of the week:
“I love Daddy more than I love my eyeball.”