A few weeks ago, Georgia was invited to a ceramics party where they were able to paint an item of their choice that they would later keep, once they were fired in the oven. Marcus came with me and, I let him do his own ceramic. He chose a mug. Marcus chose the colours he wanted to use and started to paint. I promise I tried not to interfere. I really tried. I even put my hands under my legs at one point. After a few minutes of observing, I started to make helpful tips, like how he might like to wait until last to paint with black. The more I started to make these handy hints, the closer and closer my hands wandered towards a paint brush. It was like there was a force of nature willing me to
interfere assist. Why couldn’t I just let him do it? Mess or no mess, he’d have loved it but, really, I just couldn’t help myself. Do you like my (sons’) artwork?