My little monkey is quite the artist. She has a love of all things crafty.
Paint, crayons, markers, pens, stickers, tape, glue, construction paper, white paper, lines paper, felt, ribbon, buttons, toilet paper rolls, toilet paper, empty boxes — you name it, she can turn it into a craft.
Preschool has certainly helped fuel her artistic fire, but I actually don’t know where she got it from. I am not good at crafts. I like them, but usually what I imagine doesn’t turn out to be what I have in front of me when I’m finished.
The monkey is also about as good at drawing as I am. Now I’m not saying she’ll be able to whip up a copy of the Mona Lisa next, but her stick figures and smiley faces are remarkable.
I think drawing is her favourite crafting pastime. She draws all sorts of things — hot dog machines, snowmen, flowers and sunshine, and mostly combinations of her and me or the three of us.
One of my favourite original monkey pieces is a picture of a fire breathing dragon and a knight warding him off to try and save a princess wearing a "fashionable" dress.
I loved it so much I bought one of those reusable coffee mugs from Starbucks that you can stick your own picture in to make the outside decoration of the mug.
Another favourite hanging on our fridge, which I plan to buy a frame for, is a picture she drew of the three of us on a Sunday, in our pajamas, making breakfast.
My office walls are full of her creations — so full that’s she’s going to run out of wall soon. At home our fridge is swelling with all the magnets holding up all the art work she has made. I sometimes worry the whole thing might tip over if I open the door.
I swear I need to find a factory that makes large pads of construction paper and just buy them out. Then my kiddo will finally find enough paper for all her art work.
The problem though is not finding the paper; it’s finding the space on my walls. She has so many creations I don’t know what to do with them all.
Some are much better than others. I don’t keep the ones that she just scribbles on.
But I count 11 family pictures she drew of the three of us holding hands, playing at the park or smelling flowers, or of her and I wearing our "fashionable" clothes that are hanging in my office and that I can’t throw out.
These little creations are her thoughts and feelings on paper. They are little moments that she will forget, but that I can remember long after she’s grown and no longer makes me pictures.
So while I won’t keep all of them, you can guarantee that I will have a room of scrapbooks full of my little angel’s artwork.
Kyla Henderson is a local freelance journalist, business owner and mommy. Her column runs every week in the Community News.
Republished from the Brandon Sun print edition September 27, 2012