My son Jude has a love for arts and crafts. Nothing makes him happier than cutting pieces of paper into much smaller pieces of paper, or coloring, painting, gluing, and taping items together. As a former art major myself, I can appreciate his creativeness and his love of creating.
A budding artist
At 10 months old, our son created his first art piece. Our sitter at the time introduced him to finger paints. While Anna and I just figured Jude was too young or wouldn’t have any interest in fingerpainting, our sitter thought he was the perfect age to start – and she was surprised that he didn’t try eating the paints as an afternoon snack. She mentioned that he was the first child that she ever taught to fingerpaint who didn’t try to eat the paint. Little did we know that this piece would be the beginning of hundreds of hundreds to come. To this day, we proudly display that first piece of art in our home.
We loved it so much, we framed it
At Jude’s current preschool, he does a lot of arts and crafts every week. Almost every night after school, we find envelopes full of cut up paper, marker drawings, and paintings from class. Even at his conferences (yes, our 3 year-old has conferences) it’s a blast hearing all the stories from his teacher explaining how he wants to create all day and will create necklaces out of macaroni, straws, and yarn.
This past December, Jude brought home a watercolor that Anna and I love. He calls it “A lobster going swimming.”
I am not sure I see it, but as they say, the beauty is in the eye of the beholder. There is just something about this particular piece that Anna and I really love.
We liked this piece so much that we bought a frame for it. Thinking that is would be a quick stop to the store, we didn’t realize that a 12×18 frame would be hard to find. After stopping at multiple stores and $40 later, Anna and I found a frame. What can I say, art is not cheap.
Art takes over the house
Jude definitely gets joy out of the process of creating. Last week, I came home from work and saw this:
He used our walls as his own personal gallery. He was busy setting up his gallery and proudly displaying each piece by taping it to the wall (which reminds me, I need to buy more Scotch tape). It is times like this when I am thankful for washable markers and Magic Erasers.
Seeing how much fun he was having, I decided to help him display his art. Using me for my height, he made me hang the pieces of paper that were out of reach from his step stool. Once all the paper was hung and colored, he had me tape string to the ceiling and called it Purple Mountain Majesty. Just kidding. He said, “Look, Dad, it’s floating mountains.”
Sometimes, it truly is the simple things in life that bring the most joy. Our son has a lot of toys, but he is the most engaged when he is creating and getting Anna and me involved in his projects in some way. Maybe in a few years I can put his love of painting to use in our rentals, but for now, I will enjoy his in-home gallery and “occasional” markings on the walls.
Do you have a budding little artist at home? What are some of the stories you have raising a child who loves to create?