a lesson in melted wax
Monday, October 1, 2012 at 9:00AM 
Inspired yet again by The Artful Parent, I decided to try to help George a little with his fine motor skills by way of sprinkling, a practice he frequently enjoys, mostly by sprinkling the rice out of his sensory bin onto the dining room floor. I so love all of TAP's "stained glass" activities and felt like our big dining room windows could use a little cheer, since the daylight is getting shorter and considerably less bright. More grey. Pretty, and a welcome change, to be honest, but cheer never hurts.
We had some old Stockmar beeswax crayons that didn't mind sacrificing themselves for a good cause. If Nathan cared that I (possibly) ruined the parmesan-specific cheese grater, he hasn't said so.
I had to stop myself from saying spread them out, now, George. Don't lump them all in a pile. Distribute them evenly, for godssakes, or all you'll get is a brown wax lake.
I wanted to say those things. I certainly thought them. I demonstrated my own sprinkling on my own small sheet of wax paper with perhaps a little too much zeal. I couldn't help myself; I'm bossy. I'm a perfectionist. The poor child comes by it honestly when he says with a frown, "But I'm not good at it!" Because I tell him it doesn't matter, that trying is the thing. That everyone is bad at all of it, to start. But I hate it, too, being not good. Alas. There his wax was, in piles. He took a nap and, with the baby in the Ergo, I placed his and mine next to one another between sheets of butcher paper and ironed.
Mine is on the bottom, his on the top. My confetti, his painter's dropcloth.
Mine boring, measured, neat. His messy, unpredictable, with bubbles and swirls and colors I didn't grate. Colors, actually, that I said to myself as I grated, I wished we had. An olive green would be nice. A sienna or a plum. Something to more accurately reflect the season. Beautiful.
By contrast, the carefully sprinkled colors on my mine became muted and dull, desaturated as they bled into the milky wax of the paper. I traced and cut triangles and sewed them together to make buntings. I kept the pieces of mine small, but cut George's generously to make a big, bold decoration for our Fall windows. A reminder to me: back off and let the kid do his thing.
Pardon all the pictures (and the dirty windows), but it was a sight to behold.
Reader Comments (2)
How cute! I think I know what we're going to do today (with our beeswax specific grater).
Wow- spoken like a true Northwesterner "More grey. Pretty, and a welcome change, to be honest"..... lol. I have only been on this coast for just shy of 2 years and am already finding myself thinking "Is it freakin' fall yet, this summer's been way too long!" LOL. I LOVE this post. I'm totally a perfectionist too, and before I kept reading, looking at G's pile I was thinking "That kid is just going to get brown wax, I sure hope this is a post about how Stef stepped in..." Soo cool, I love all these pictures!!!