There’s another benefit to this school’s heavy arts and crafts curriculum: it takes the pressure of me to be all “craft mom” when June and I are together.
I suck at crafting (full disclosure: I know how to sew). Don’t ask me to macrame or knit or paint. Don’t ask me to stamp, bead or emboss. Oh sure, June and I have been known to color the occasional dragon or flower together and we baked some Christmas cookies this one time, but that’s pretty much the extent of our glue gun type bonding.
Real crafting, the kind merrily depicted in Martha Stewart Living, Real Simple, Sew Fancy or on the avalanche of craft blogs, fills me with a kind of low grade anxiety — thinking about the preparation, the shopping, the clean up (NOOOO! NOT THE CLEAN UP!), then figuring out where to store all these whimsical creations. Nah, I’d much rather stick June in a corner with a couple rocks and a juice box and call it good, thankful her preschool is willing to make foot penguins on parents’ behalf. We are so very thankful.