He can look at a plain black shoebox and see a Valentine eating robot. That is one of the things I love about my son Owen. His creativity makes me smile, and I tend to brag on his drawings and duct tape projects now and then, but that same creative side also drives the impatient, practical lady inside my head a little crazy.
Maybe you’ve met her. Or worse, maybe she’s living inside your head too. She’s the one who has a long list of things to get done, and little time for frivolous activities involving paper, glue, tape, yarn, paint, cardboard, modeling clay…The good news is that I’m pretty good at shutting her up most of the time. In this case, it took some serious effort to stop her from
forcing encouraging the budding artist to just slap a few stickers on the Asics box and call it good. But I was successful, and I actually had fun making the little box robot with my boy.
Who knows, he may grow up to be a sculptor or an architect and tell people it was his dear old mom who encouraged him by making crazy craft projects with him. Or maybe not. But I’m going to keep trying my darndest to silence that impatient lady inside my head. Though my influence may not be the catalyst of his dreams, I certainly don’t want it to be my voice that squelches them.