I laid out crayons and copy paper for both of us to draw on. This was going to be an opportunity to teach JDaniel how draw a simple fire truck using simple square, rectangles and circles. I would show him how to draw one and then he would create his own version of the fire truck.
Once things were setup on the kitchen table, I called him over to create with me.
He took a seat right next to me and listened to my plan. He watched me show him how to create a fire truck. When I had finished, he pronounced it to be a very nice fire truck.
He selected a red crayon just as I had. He placed it on the paper and made a gigantic circle. A circle wasn’t needed until it was time to the fire truck was done and then it won’t need that big of a wheel.
He continued drawing adding several dots and some long and short lines to the circle.
The teacher in me started to think about what I have said wrong in my directions that lead to a big circle and not a square or rectangle.
The teacher continued to wonder if he had forgotten how to draw a rectangle or a square. Maybe I had only dreamed that he knew how to draw them in the first place.
Finally the mom in me kicked in and finally asked JDaniel what he was drawing.
“Should I write down what it is on the paper?” I asked.
JDaniel looked horrified. “Mom, he will know what it is!” JDaniel declared.
Part of me wanted to write down what it was! Part of me wanted it to be a truck just like the one I had drawn.
The wise part of me paused for a moment and realized that this wasn’t my drawing it was his. That wise mom part stopped to think about how JDaniel would feel if I insisted on it being my way.
It is that wise mom part that I hope will prevail in instances like this and remember that when JDaniel creates the creation he makes is his not mine.