I have, for obvious reasons, wanted to start fostering Reilly creative genes as early as possible. Since probably conception, I have had dreams of the beautiful creations we would make together. Finger paint, massive canvases that require us to cover the entire floor in newspaper, markers, crayons, pastels, colored pencils, charcoal - no medium would be foreign to my girl by the time she was, well, five.
But then she ate crayons. Every time she used them. Although she stopped putting every single thing that crossed her path in her mouth, she still would put crayons her her mouth. And chomp, and chew, and her mouth would turn color. Which made me really appreciate the once-ignored-by-me phrase that has graced the cover of my beloved crayolas since I was a child - Non-Toxic. This is going back to when she was about a year old, and I would tape the paper to the floor so she could color freely.
I would try every so often, with the same result. Then we had a brief period where I tried colored pencils. She did really well with them, but they posed as a hazard because she loved running around the house with the grasped in each fist. I'm sure you are cringing at the possibility of danger there as well. And so, colored pencils went away until she was a bit older as well.
And then, Reilly's persistence to create pushed through. I began noticing her sitting over by the window in the kitchen - and sifting through Daddy's mail/bills basket. For a few days in a row, I would find her over in there, leaning over something on the floor. And then I saw what she was doing. She was taking a pencil and deposit slips, and "coloring" as she called it. Every day, the same thing. And she would hold down the tiny deposit slip with her little hand, scribbling away with the other. I couldn't believe it. My baby is this desperate to create, that she thinks a pencil and deposit slips is COLORING? This was astonishing. I didn't care about eating crayons anymore, we were breaking out the big guns. She was ready to learn to color.
Since then, she has become a pro. We have broken out mommy's box of 96 crayons, which get totally dumped all over the kitchen every time they are used. But the joy is unparalleled. And I remember it like it was yesterday, they joy that 96 different colors can bring, so it never ceases to make me smile.