I’ve always wanted creative children. I’ve always wanted children who were able to express themselves artistically though writing or painting or sculpting.
So you can imagine how happy I was when my daughter drew a beautifully expressive painting on the lounge room wall with poo she had retrieved from her nappy. For a girl of only two-and-a-half it was quite a good effort.
There were clear lines and smears and what seemed to be a sun, a bird and maybe an attempt at a cat. I can’t tell you what a relief it is to have such creative daughter…
You can only prepare so much to be a parent. You buy all the things you’re told to buy. You read books, ask for advice and diligently feed, weigh, measure and adore your child. It’s the moments you don’t prepare for that can make or break you as a parent.
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Luckily when I discovered my daughter’s handiwork I was so shocked I forgot to yell. Not that yelling at a two-and-a-half year old would have any effect. A hysterically crying child isn’t in a position to learn the lesson they obviously need to learn in that situation. Plus, in fairness to her, I’d never actually said she couldn’t poo paint.