I am the first to admit I am not craft Mom. I don’t make stuff well and my drawings are atrocious. I used to love art as a kid till one of my parents went on and on about how much more creative my sister was than I was after I won a contest with a drawing I had made for the church bulletin. I was done after that. In school, I don’t remember much art after 4th grade and in high school I avoided it like the plague. Suffice to say, I have not been creative crafty arty Mom. I like to say I am experiential Mom who goes out and explores the world or the city.
In the old school they had art but for Ryan it was just another thing they used to punish him with and Aaron did not care for it much since they had art once a week. In the new school the kids have art four days a week. They have been learning about color, and outlines, portraits, and impressionism. Of course since the classes are small the teacher has time to spend with each kid. Ryan was tough. At first he would scribble on a paper and throw it at the teacher and say, yeah I am done. Over time he has tried harder and harder at art, choosing to sit alone to concentrate on his pictures. His art teachers says he is her biggest success story. Before the holidays the school is having an art show. I was talking to the art teacher telling her that I could volunteer to help that day. She had to tell me that Ryan has already finished his pieces so he chose to help some of the other students finish their work telling them exactly what she had been teaching.
Yesterday I volunteered at school and I sat in on Aaron’s art class. I was helping the kids bring their ideas to paper. Aaron was drawing an oil pastel drawing. The teacher and I chatted and I was telling her that I felt I really let them down in the art department. After we spoke she packed up nice paper, some oil pastels, pencils, markers, ect ect. and bagged it up. She handed it to me as I left the class and she said this is for the boys at home. I was so taken aback by that huge show of kindness. As I brought it all home the boys oooh and ahhhhed over the supplies choosing to draw this morning before school.
I am so grateful to the kind teachers who are in my kids lives daily. They are learning new things that we all never thought to be a possibility before.