Yesterday a friend of mine was visiting. Through our conversation she soon found that I let my children use real scissors (Not those nasty little kindergarten scissors that don't cut) whenever they want to. An unmistakable look of horror crossed her face. (This particular friend was a pediatrician and has recently joined the ranks of motherhood).
At first I felt a need to defend myself and my children's artistic needs... All four of my little Rembrandts are constantly drawing, gluing, painting, coloring and yes, CUTTING. As a child I was free to, and encouraged to use any of the incredible supply of art media that was always at our fingertips.
I remember going to a friend's house to do a school project when I was in the third grade. I was shocked when she had to ask permission to use a pair of scissors that were safely kept on top of her refrigerator.
I love that my kids can create something on their own and right when they get the idea in their heads. Granted, there have been a few casualties... the two or three unscheduled hair cuts, the crayoned walls, permanent marker on the counter tops, pen on every writable surface, a cut finger, and a few more. But on the whole... I'd rather live dangerously with art supplies and SCISSORS... than the alternative.
This kid drives a hard bargain.
But apparently the deal went well.
