So tonight I wanted my Little Comic Lover to sponge paint a flower pot for her grandmother’s birthday. Super fun creative project with the added bonus of a lovely hand-decorated gift! Right? Wrong-ish… (cute yes, feeding the creative soul - not so much)
Here is how it went down. We got out the supplies I demonstrated what we were going to do - Little Comic Lover was bursting with excitement she wanted to touch everything, experience everything. We started by picking our paint, I asked, what color do you want? I really should know better as she is elbow deep in her “pink” phase. “Pink” came the reply. So now the hunt was on for white paint as I had red but no pink. I found white and we made pink paint.
Fabulous Side Note: Little Comic Lover is now convinced I am the most amazing person because I can make pink paint. What a lovely job being a mother is!!
She did the first few stamps on the flower pot as guided and did a beautiful job. Then she asked to mix blue and purple paint to see what color it would make. “No” was my response “we need to finish the flower pot”. Yeah, right about here is where I wandered off my “nurturing creativity” path. Little Comic Lover wanted to play with the paint and I wanted her to create a beautiful flower pot for Grandma.
I did promise her that as soon as she finished the flower pot we could play with the paint and mix the paint all she wanted, all different colors. She did wonderful finishing the flower pot, but I could tell she was less connected to the experience. She was having fun but sort of rushed through it and when we finished the task she was ready to be done. She wandered off to play with her toys without playing with/mixing paints.
As I was reflecting on our “creative time” it was clear that this was my creative activity, not hers. The art was not about the “process of being creative” it was about creating something gift/pinterest worthy. All that said, Grandma’s gonna LOVE this little flower pot! :)