Now, I knew the boys were different, but the paint adventure proved this theory very true for me. It was so interesting. It was like the overflow of their little personalities came pouring out on to the canvas.
exhibit one- Josiah's painting
Josiah set out to make Spider-man and if you asked him today what he made he would tell you. Spider-man. I've learned to take these type of answers at face value. The spider man "body" you see in the middle did have arms, but one was slightly thicker than the other. Rather than try to fix them up a bit, in Josiah's distress he was adamant that we just paint over them. The arms never did make a comeback.
Josiah kept his paint palette completely clean. No paint meddling for him thank you. He sat on top of his legs and of course made sure that no paint was on him or anywhere in the surrounding area. I was tired just watching him keep up with it all.
Titus, on the other hand, found different means to express himself. In fact, I think it was more about the experience than the actual picture. Of course that may have to do with his age, but I am trying to make a point, so work with me.
Exhibit two: Titus' PictureTitus sat cross legged and hovered over his painting like he made a living painting purposefully abstract messes. He loved every minute of it. He even tried duplicating the abstractness on his paint palette. The paint made it's way on his clothes, hands and hair. Titus, not surprisingly, was at peace with the mess.
In the end, the boys are equally proud of their masterpieces. They're frequently found picking it up, looking it over and bringing it out of their room to show it off.
I suppose it's similar to how I feel when I gaze at the handiwork of God. He has painted the canvas of our boy's personalities, and I love admiring His work.
Thanks for the fun Aunt Tidy!