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So Doctor. . .About That EFFING Stick Figure. . .

So if you recall from last post, the Pediatrician encouraged me to show Mac how to draw stick figures.

Male and female stick figures.

It’s apparently vital to his development, well-being, and success as an adult.

Or something.

Here’s my stick figure story:

When I was in grade school, there was this girl Susie.  She was really cool because she lived right next to the school playground and she drew these beautiful stick figures with curvy upturned arms.  And she had the best sticker album.

I wanted to be like Susie so I started drawing my stick figures with curvy upturned arms even though it had never occurred to me to do this before I saw her drawings.  But I realized how much everyone liked her – kids and teachers alike.

I wanted to be like Susie.

plagiarise, plagiarise. . .Fake it ’til you make it. . .Whatever. . .

Anyway, after a few years of drawing my stick figures like Susie’s, I started to realize they looked fucking messed up and stupid.  But by then I was already locked in.  I hadn’t practiced any other way to draw a damned human, or sun, or cloud, or anything else.  I had always just copied whatever Susie did because she was “cool.”

To make matters worse, one day, I noticed when she was overlording the monkey bars, she was picking toilet paper out of her um ASS through the wide leg of her cullottes.

“Well, that’s kinda’ gross.”  I thought to myself but because she was so popular and I was trying to be like her, I kept an open mind.

But I was still watching. . .

And sure enough, every long recess, she kept pulling little wadded up bits of TP out of her ASS from high atop the monkey bars. . .just like, well, a monkey.  And she was just throwing them down – with abandon.

THEY WERE FALLING ON OTHER KIDS!

It freaked me out!

Her scratch and sniff sticker page lost all of its appeal.

I decided I needed to branch out artistically.  I needed to move beyond Susie’s sunny curvy armed only so they can reach their ass genre/style.

I started a whole new movement.  My stick figures boasted big hair, and breasts, and shading and fat stomachs and sometimes cigarettes.

They were actually kinda’ good for my age and skill.  And rather satirical now that I think back on it all. . .

I kept them hidden. . .in a top-secret folder with Michael Jackson on the cover.  I’d pull them out to show only a select number of people.

I was certain if I got caught with them it would be a fate worse than the poor girl caught with that Judy Blume novel about having sex. . .Forever

Where am I going with this?

Well, obviously I want you to know that I didn’t pick TP out of my ass on the monkey bars in 5th grade even though the cool kids were doing it. . .

But more importantly, I was thinking about the stick figures the Doctor was urging me to demonstrate drawing for my three-year old son.

Look.

I can’t draw a damned stick figure.

That’s not how I see things.

I can draw a lot of stuff. . .Not necessarily well by MFA standards.  Still,  I’d like to think I’m pretty creative. . .and I don’t do basic stick figures.

Furthermore, I don’t want my kids necessarily copying what I’m drawing or what anyone else is drawing.

I mean really, they could wind up plagiarizing the inexplicably popular TP dingle-berry pulling on the monkey bars kid. . .which is so limiting to their potential.

I guess what I’m saying is everyone sees things differently.  And we should be allowed to actually SEE.

So many times I think we all get wrapped up in a situation where we don’t actually LOOK.  SEE.  THINK.

Or perhaps we just try to conform?  Maybe we are just so interested in “fitting in” that we allow ourselves to get lost in the process?

I love watching my children because they are still young enough that they observe so carefully.  They just watch and watch.  Quietly observing.

We should all do more of that.  Watch.  Look.  Listen.  SEE.  APPRECIATE.

FOR YOURSELF.

WITHOUT BIAS.

WITHOUT MOTIVE.

WITH A PEACEFUL HEART.

WITHOUT JUDGMENT.

How do you encourage truly original creativity with your children?

At what age?

Do you think they need to imitate first?

Who or what would you encourage them to imitate?

WHY WASN’T THERE A TEACHER PRESENT ON THE PLAYGROUND TO TELL SUSIE TO STOP PICKING TISSUE OUT OF HER ASS AND THROWING IT DOWN ON OTHER CHILDREN?!