The boys LOVE to paint. They beg to paint. They whine to paint. They get all excited and jump up and down when I bring out the paints.
Yet they don’t really paint. They’re not into making pretty things or pictures of things.
They get their hands into it and make as much mess as they can. They smear it around. They coat themselves in it. And anything else they can reach.
But they so love it.
The rest will come, in time.
In the meantime I am working on remembering that it is about the process. Obviously not the product. (That really is half an apple he is painting so intently, in case you’re wondering.)
The mess is worth it, right?