Children like crafts. It’s a known fact. I’m not sure why some of us lose that fascination as we get older, and I’m probably the wrong person to ask. I never did.
I love mixing paint and cutting out doo-dads. When we haul out the color books, I have my own too. If you can glue it, paint it, sew it, draw it, if you need yarn, thread or floral wire to make it, if it requires folding or fluffing even, I am your gal. Friends bring their kids over and the kids say, “Can we paint?” Chances are pretty good I’ll say yes. I’ll probably even join them. My children don’t have wall paper on their walls, they have murals. And we haven’t even talked about the music side of things yet, because I also play seventeen instruments. I am a big kid.
When we started homeschooling, I started adding to the supplies. I’m just as crazy about getting stuff as my son is. We get an allotment of money to spend from our charter each year and a bunch of it goes to consumables — the best part is I don’t have to return any of that stuff. Not that there is much to return.
There are craft things coming out of every spare nook and cranny — some that I never even purchased for that purpose, but that I save because they make neat things. Good example, toilet paper rolls. These are an invaluable tool for homeschooling. Did you know you can log onto enchanted learning and find hundreds of things to do with toilet paper rolls? So I keep a drawer for those. Pumpkin and Ducky are fully into this, and Hubby is tolerant. He’s not very crafty but he likes my work product.
I’ve noticed something though. If a child has a history book shoved under his nose, he might retain a few things. Use the same history book but have the story told by sock puppets and it’s forever ingrained in his brain. But it isn’t just the kids that are drawn to hand made things. We made a Central American Pyramid last year. If someone comes into my house and spots that thing, we’ll hear “Whoa, that’s so cool!” But amazingly I’ve heard a dozen adults then talk about that same pyramid in other places. “Did you know that Beth and her son made a Mayan Pyramid. It’s just the coolest thing.” And suddenly the terminology comes rolling off their tongues as if they, too, spent hours on Mayan Culture.
Why haven’t we harnessed this yet?
Do you suppose that if every kid got a chance to make a working model of a rocket in school, Curiosity would have visited Mars a decade ago? Then maybe there would be people walking on Mars right now instead of a rover. Now wouldn’t that be something?