Creativity shared with my children is among my favorite activities in the world, which you have seen if you have read my Art Every Day entries. If there is the slightest opportunity to include my children, I will include my children.
Today, in between basting the turkey and making cornbread stuff and the like, Samuel and I sat at the kitchen table with crayons and hands and colored.
And colored and colored.
I hadn’t worked with crayons in a long time and watching him work illustrated how far he has come in his journey along the autistic spectrum and how similar quirks will be ther forever such as: don’t move the crayons out of order, please (only now he will just make a verbal command about it, rather than have a melt down because you moved the “cornsilk” crayon from the place he chose for it.)
There was a time I couldn’t even get him to pick up a crayon, so watching his very structured, straight lined, logical creativity made my heart swell… in ways unexpected.
I am grateful to include this moment of Hand Art in my treasure chest of Thanksgiving memories. Thank you, Leah, for being the impetus.
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