Showing posts with label coloring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coloring. Show all posts

Monday, March 23, 2009

Helicopter Coloring

Not surprisingly, one learns a lot about a person's parenting style from watching them while her child is coloring or playing with stickers.

I don't remember being told which colors to use in drawings during elementary school, or my mother constantly critiquing my coloring skills. On the other hand, one of my friends told me that when he drew a rainbow-colored banana in school he was harshly "corrected" by his teacher for using the "wrong" colors. 

Many parents who come into the clinic express deep pride in their children's ability to hold a crayon and draw a few squiggly lines on construction paper, not bothering them about color schemes or if the crayon will show up on a particular color. My sentiment is that each child, to the extent of his ability, he should be given the opportunity to teach himself or practice certain skills without an adult hovering over him so that he can slowly gain a sense of independence.  

Other parents clearly feel that their children have to be trained to draw and color the "right" way (the parent's way) rather than letting them do something on their own. Even before the child makes a "bad" color choice or peels off a sticker, the parent is quick to solemnly murmur "be careful! Be careful! You're going to rip it!" or "That's not going to show up." 

Often, a parent won't ask the child if they want help with a sticker, proceeding to peel it off and muttering about the consequences of peeling too fast or from the wrong starting point. When the child is just about to place a sticker on a background paper, some parents start fretting over the exact placement. The more subtle ones might say something like "oh… you're putting the snake there?" Others start pointing at "good" spots, arguing for them with the tone one might use while planning a battle.

Where do I end up? Sitting in the middle, smiling when a child decides to make a cactus play maracas.

Monday, February 2, 2009

First Day

Having worked in two rather large urban hospitals, I prepared myself for a busy first day — kids running around, art supplies being divided unfairly, and the like.

However, there weren't that many kids, and they usually weren't in the waiting room for long periods of time. At the busiest time, I had three kids at the art table and two nearby at one of those tables with several metal tracks that you push disks along that you always see in doctors' waiting rooms and preschools. The clinic had a small cart with several coloring books and a large box of crayons, nothing too elaborate or messy.

After the first two and a half hours of my shift, though, there were very few young kids. Most of the patients were at least 11, and the only thing I had in the cart for post-grade 3 children was cards. However, most of the older kids and teenagers had smart phones and Nintendo DS systems (imagine a Gameboy that is much smaller and less noisy).

So, I ended up spending most of my time coloring and watching the flat-screen TV nearby. While the coloring was fun, there was only one thing on TV for my entire shift: Beauty and the Beast. At first, I was excited; BatB is one of my favorite Disney movies. But then, after the movie was over, it started all over again. And again. And again. Yes, in one afternoon I saw one Disney movie 3 times in a row (well, to be accurate, more like 2.5 times) and colored with crayons for hours. I think I'm officially 4 years old.