Seriously, this is pretty awesome for a two year old, no?
The other day, comedian Jim Gaffigan (while super funny and we are totally going to see his show in a couple weeks) tweeted:
"At what point are we going to admit that all toddler artwork is horrible?"
Not true, Mr. Gaffigan! Boo. I'm also sticking out my bottom lip. Maybe it's because he's a dad and I'm a mom and we see their masterpieces with different heart-eyes. (Or maybe my kids are really talented and his kid is just a crappy artist? I don't really think that is the case, though.)
Before I go on any further, this post is part of Hallmark's Life is a Special Occasion, a sponsored series continuing through the rest of this year.This month's theme is encouragement. I don't think I am the best at encouraging other people or myself, but when it comes to my kids, they can do anything, and I let them know it.
And truly, does anyone celebrate the every day as a special occasion more than a child?
Maybe it's not about the skill of how well Gray paints with watercolors or Ivy draws with chalk, it's more of the thought that they did it for me. They say, look what I made for you! And I am delighted. Or even if it's something they do for themselves, when they come to me proud and confident in their imagination's creation, how can I not exclaim my approval?!
Honestly it could be a blank piece of paper- or in Jim's words "horrible"- but their intentions... oh, the intentions. (I am certain Jim Gaffigan gets it, too, he's a cool guy. I'm just picking on him like he's picking on toddlers.)
I give each of my kids a love boost in a different way. For Noah, it's often through texts or emails and running off to Starbucks just us - he gets a vanilla bean frap and I get an iced green tea. Carter is more subtle, he's one I have to corner for a hug and a quiet praise and hidden notes on his pillow. Grayson just comes out and demands approval- he will remind me every fifteen minutes or so if I haven't made note of what a good eater/drawer/Angry Birds player/son/brother/dresser/pooper he is. Ivy surprises me every moment, with something new. She keeps it fresh and always remarkable. And now, writing this out makes me all verklempt and also, feel like the luckiest mom in the world.
I ordered all their school supplies online yesterday. I have three to buy for now. I still can't believe how long Gray's list for kindergarten is... and how short Noah's is for fifth grade. And it was just Saturday that I felt that flutter in my stomach that wait, what? Fifth grade? That means, next year is middle school.
While this post is sponsored by Hallmark, I've always been a Gold Crown card carrier and still shop there using my own money. I picked up some Lunchbox Notes yesterday as part of my back-to-school prep. Noah & Carter often buy their lunch, but with Gray's food allergies, I'll pack his lunch at home every day. And of course I can always slip these in a pocket or folder. Nothing embarrassing! Just a little love. That's his foxy lunch box. Isn't it the cutest?
So tell me, do you really think your kids' artwork is awful? Or do you cherish every scribble? Or both?
My mother said to me, 'If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope.' Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso." - Pablo Picasso
Hallmark is compensating me for this sponsored post, but let me write about anything I wanted in the theme of encouragement. It would be awesome if you'd sign up for their promotional emails (you might even see me in there!) by following this link. I am partnering with Hallmark to shine a light to the Life Is A Special Occasion blogger campaign for the rest of this year. As always, all content and opinions expressed are my own.