Ok, I believe that each of us can be represented by at least one crayon. I know for myself, I am definitely not a pink, or a brown, though I do like nature and the earth.
Children and art belong together, just as they need to be read to aloud, and to learn as many words as they can in fun ways that they remember.
The following story illustrates the imagination of a child when that imagination is squashed so to speak.
My mother, like a good number of other mothers in my day, put me into a summer Bible school. Now this was fine if we were church goers, but we were not, and I really did not know much about the Bible. So on one of the first days, the teacher asked us all to color pictures of Joseph and Mary that she gave us. We…
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Oh wow! Thank you, Jennie! You are the best, and I sure did laugh my little self silly that Jesus helped me to go home when I did not want to be in a class so devoid of creativity!!!
That class was worse than just lacking creativity. You had the bravery and wisdom to move forward. 🙂
Just goes to show that true creativity can never be stifled by authority. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
It takes an honest person to look inside oneself, IMO. I’d be curious to hear children pick a color for themselves.
Oh, they pick every color you can imagine. It’s delightful to watch them draw and color. And yes, it takes an honest person to look at themselves. Best to you, GP.
Color me Blue, Jennie.
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Okay, so isn’t it more the ‘fault’ of the teacher for leaving little ones alone with scissors at hand to do whatever they fancy? If indeed ‘fault’ needs to be assigned…and then count your blessings no one got stabbed in the process.
Blunt tips not withstanding, the temptation to cut real hair (or hairy places on human bodies and/or dolls) is a big draw (no pun intended) for little ones…spoken from un-erased personal experience!
As to which color of the crayon box I’d be?
I’d pick brick, deep violet, and red orange – gather them together in one hand and color all three at once.
Yes and yes, Laura. Yes, it is definitely the teacher’s fault. And yes, what child wouldn’t want to use scissors and cut hair of any type? I absolutely love your colors of crayons. Better yet is your impulse to gather all three and color at once. I so want to teach and grow the Laura’s of the world.
I am honored – not sure I was ever any teacher’s inspiration before! HA!
Anyway, in another life, I envision we team teach – you game?
ps- did I miss it, but what color did you choose?
Yes, we can definitely team teach. Music, art and reading aloud. You’re right, I did not pick a color. When I was a child, I loved “cornflower blue” from the Crayola box. Today I’d go for blue, green, or yellow. And I’d love color with all three at once, too.
I never valued children’s creativity more than when I paused to listen to them. Amazing words come out of their mouths.
You are absolutely right, Jacqui. In all my years of teaching, the things children say constantly astound me.
I’m going to read the rest of the post now. What a great story, Jennie. 😊 I appreciate your creativity greatly! And, thanks for reading my first post on Self-forgiveness and Money. It’s a new topic and think it can be valuable for people. Much loving to you, Jennie!
PS – loved it! Thanks for sharing Anne’s post. I commented hote great it was.
I thought so, too! 🙂
Much loving to you, Debbie!
Oh Jennie, thank you. The anniversary of my mom’s death is tomorrow, and for some reason when I read your post I felt her love. (I must be looking for a little extra nurturing now. ❤ )
Bless you Jennie!! So glad you're here.
Aww… that is so wonderful, Debbie. If I can bring a bit of love to someone, that is as important as moving mountains. Love does that! Thank you so much. I will think of you and your mom tomorrow. Best to you!
I think I know that teacher. 😦 Don’t you wish they weren’t allowed around children. It was a great story of the effect of poor character in a person of responsibility. That’s why you are such a treasure. I’d be the yellow crayon. When away from home, I’d be just like that little girl. Happy and coloring outside the lines with sunshine.
I think I remember a few of those teachers. It was traumatizing for the entire class. How they ever were allowed to be like that is beyond me. Thank you, Marlene. I think I’m a yellow, too! 🙂 But unfortunately as a child I would not have gone home and colored outside the lines. I would have been in tears. Thank goodness I have finally grown!
Jennie, thank you so much!
You are welcome, Charles!
This is wonderful, Jennie. From a family of orange-haired people, I just love it!
Thanks, Norah! Anne tells a great story.