I’ve always said that crafts aren’t my thing. VBS and camp crafts made me want to run away and hide. (They still do.)
But this week there have been crafting supplies scattered throughout every room of my house. And I’ve had an epiphany. It’s not that I hate crafts. It’s that I’m not a fan of don’t-touch-anything-until-I-tell-you-exactly-what-to-do-and-how-to-do-it crafts. I learned early on that my attempts would not produce perfection. So I stopped trying.
But my daughter knows not about perfection. She goes through our scrap paper with a vengeance. Pictures of Mommy and Daddy and herself. And snakes and octopuses and doors and birds and lots and lots of birthday cakes. And then she asked me to cut the paper into receipts so she could sign them when playing store. And then she wanted to take those receipts and make bracelets. No, it’s not the crafts that are the problem. It’s the adults. And our ideas of the right way to do things.