Okay, that's a little harsh for this particular topic today. I'll rephrase.
I've seriously failed as an artistic parent.
Oh well, I just looked at it as a way to further exercise my new frugal ways, and figure out something for us to do that's either free or hella cheap, and fun. As I began researching on the internet, I found that our local art museum had free admission for military members. Hells yes, an art museum. I pitched the idea to Hubby, and was met with...
What? What? An art museum is not boring. I decided to go over his head and take my proposition to the kids. They'd be excited about an art museum.
I pitched the idea to The Girl first, who stared at me like I had grown a second head. "That's boring" she said.
Hubby burst out laughing.
I called The Ginger into the room. I pitched the idea to him (after telling Hubby and The Girl to keep their mouths shut so they didn't persuade him to the dark side), and after thinking about it, he replied, "I think Y-E-S" and smiled this huge smile.
That's when it hit me that I've failed one of my children as an artistic parent. Before The Girl left the room, I asked her why she thought the art museum would be boring.
"It just sounds like it would be, Mom. Just walking around looking at drawings and stuff. Seems lame."
Her words stabbed right through my little artistic heart.
"How on earth could you say that, honey? Art is not boring. It's a form of expression. People put their hearts
and souls into art, and you get to look at each piece and see how it makes you feel. You can figure out which styles you like and which ones you don't like. Have I taught you nothing as an artistic parent?"
"I mean, I guess we could go. I'm just not as interested in art as you and The Ginger are. Sorry, mom."
Hubby tried consoling me, tried making me feel better by telling me that everyone has different interests, and what one person finds intriguing another person may find boring. But I wouldn't hear it. Not art. Not my thing.
Sure, she got the athletic genes from her dad, and The Ginger and I melt if we have to go outside to do athletic things. Sure, she's a heck of a little musician, which, she got from her dad, too (he used to play the drums). But I'm an artist, damnit, and my children- both of them- need to be artsy fartsy like me.
So, it's my summer goal to make my daughter artsy fartsy. The Ginger will be fine- he loves drawing, coloring, and I'm sure he'd enjoy any medium of art that I have him try.
In the meantime, I'll try and figure where I went wrong. I mean, who doesn't like art? How could anyone find an art museum boring?
I mean, it was better than Hubby's idea for the day, the air and space museum. Now that's boring...