Over the course of this summer, I spent some time drawing chalk on the sidewalks with my kids. Which got me thinking about what kids draw.
This summer we drew a lot of robots. We like robots – and I love drawing them ’cause you can’t really make a mistake. It can have 1 or 3 arms. 4 or 2 legs. It doesn’t have to be perfect. So, I’d draw a robot, then my son would draw a robot, then my daughter would.
We also drew flowers, cartoon characters, and dragons. And I noticed, mostly with my daughter (she’s our resident artist), that whatever I was drawing she was inclined to draw. Eventually, she started with her own stuff – unicorns are her specialty. But, for the most part, if I drew a butterfly – she’d draw a butterfly. Hmmmmmm.
Then I remembered when I was a kid that I used to draw houses. Specifically, the insides of houses. Detailed cross sections of how I wanted my home to be. Special attention given to my dream bedroom – it was super cute. The family room always had one of those weird late 60′s early 70′s fireplaces – A floor to ceiling tube with a sphere in the middle for the fire. The rooms were perfectly arranged and pretty much always the same. Never knew why, I just always drew them.
So, one day I open up a Richard Scarry book to read to the kids, and BAM! There are the houses. Holy S*#T. It hit me – As a kid, I stared at those books for so long that I just ended up drawing the pictures over and over. I never made the connection until that day. (30 years later)
Which then got me thinking about all the stuff my kids see, read, hear, and notice. It’s all input. AND the kind of input matters. If I give them interesting and cool input – it gets logged into their wee brains and comes back out later. Likewise, if I give them garbage, that gets logged in also, and comes back out. Whichever – it all seeps deep down into their brains. Synapses form and then it’s in there, hard-wired. Forever and ever. (I’m freaking out.)
It would also be super easy to get carried away with knowledge, “And now children we’ll be doing Picasso flash cards, followed by early Bauhaus. Please, put on your headphones as we’re going to be listening to the fugues of Telemann, followed by several recordings of Monk, his Riverside years.” Oh, and I would.
But for now – we’ll stick to butterflies and robots. Just in case though, I’ll leave that Miro coffee table book out, Ya know, just sorta-kinda laying around the house…somewhere…maybe where the kids will find it…
