In the August 2015 issue of WIRED, they discuss kids’ handwriting and if being terrible was a problem. The author closes with the muse, “we should take a second to think about how beautiful it can be”.
As compared to the beauty of all the kids starting cursive while the boy living with me is struggling with the mere grip of a pencil?
I am grateful he has learned to write his name. Never to be taken for granted. Nor compared to other children’s work.
How about Art Class? This is the first drawing he has made by himself. Not cheating with other people holding the crayons and markers. I had to ask him what it was. He told me. And he had to correct my question of in whose class he had made it (that was a piece of processing itself.)
Never by himself has he drawn anything solo or willingly, let alone his own legs and feet. That is what this is, in his words.
So, we all can take the advice of WIRED, of joy in the beauty of whatever our kids create.
I would rather have this, made by himself, than a masterpiece with cheating.
How about you?