This morning, (during Caroline’s nap), Carter and I got out the “craft” bucket. He loves to paint, use markers, colored pencils, tape, scissors, stickers, dot-dot’s, etc. As for me give me the coloring book with some crayons!! Am I the only grown adult that still LOVES to color??!! I was trying to figure out why I love to color so much. Is it the soothing sound of the crayons going back and forth? Is it my perfectionist personality of wanting to stay inside the lines and make it perfect? I know this sounds crazy…but it is so soothing to me! It totally relaxes me! Maybe it takes me back to some childhood memory? I don’t know what it is but I LOVE to color in a coloring book!
The only time I get slightly frustrated, actually my blood pressure rises:), is when I am almost finished coloring a page and Carter looks over and tries to “help”. Being a good mom I allow him to RUIN my PERFECT page. I don’t say anything, but my type A personality sits there as my blood pressure rises, my mind races, and I try to calm the inner turmoil going on inside of me. After all, how many more years will he actually sit down with me and think it is “cool” to color? The whole time we are doing “crafts” my sweet boy sits there and says, “Mom, this is so much fun!” , “Mom, I love staying home with you!” and “You are my very best friend!”
Is there anyone else out there that feels the way I do about crayons? Come on, be honest!