My Instagram, Pinterest and WordPress feeds are filled with fantastic craft ideas for toddlers right now. It’s the run up to Christmas, so it makes sense – handmade crafts make perfect presents, and it’s lovely to have decorations that you can look back on in years to come and think “Ahh, this was made by my child when they were two years old!”.
I love looking at these posts and pictures, don’t get me wrong – I am always in awe of people’s crafting skills and abilities, and the amazing things they can produce with a couple of potatoes and some glitter glue, but it spurs some feelings of serious inadequacy. You see, I am the opposite of a crafty mummy.
I’m not horrendous at crafting. I mean, I made SB’s Hallowe’en costume (which I need to recreate this week ready for Comic Con on Sunday…), which involved painting a babygro… but that was it, really. Daf made most of the little hat, which was by far the craftiest part of the ensemble.
You see, Daf is amazing at arts and crafts. His drawings are incredible; he does cosplay, he loves getting paints out – he’s truly talented when it comes to anything arty. I am quite the opposite. I can draw cartoons on a good day – my picture of SB being one example of a ‘good day’ – but apart from that, hand me a tube of glitter glue and all I can make is a mess.
I’ll gladly facilitate arts and crafts sessions – I love sitting on the floor with SB, masses of A3 paper spread out before us and going crazy with our crayons. Once we have a toddler table, I’ll even stretch to PVA glue and as many lollipop sticks and cotton wool balls as her heart desires – but the problem comes when we want to attempt crafts that require an adult’s help. I may be an adult, but when it comes to arts and crafts I am totally and utterly inept.
We made SB’s Easter bonnet back in April – or rather, Daf made it, and I stuck loads of stickers all over it to decorate, and glued the eggs into the nest on top. Beyond that, however, I fear I am hopeless. For years to come, every craft project – every tissue-box-and-cardboard-roll guitar, every sock puppet, every bridge-made-of-straws (see, I’m great at ideas, just awful at the execution) will be strictly Daddy’s Domain.
Of course, I wish I could produce Pinterest-perfect potato prints and Instagram-ready cardboard masterpieces – but not being a crafty mum doesn’t make me a worse mum. Maybe one day my skills will improve, and I’ll be capable of producing epic, artful masterpieces out of pipe cleaners and fuzzy felt, but for now, SB seems pretty happy with a slightly-sketchy drawing of a Christmas tree on a big piece of printer paper for her to draw tinsel on
or fire, when she gets liberal with the orange crayon – and as far as I’m concerned, that’s all that matters.