We don't need Pinterest, We need Memories
I use Pinterest, but I don't love it. I think it's a great place for recipes, and ideas, but honestly, I bet I don't ever make any of those homemade presents I pin. And if I did, they would be so horrible, I couldn't actually give them away without saying that Ana made them. Half the time, I avoid it because face it, you all pin flour laden, sugar filled desserts, which I can't eat ever again. Anyway, enough about my opinion about Pinterest, I know so many people love it, and I am not bashing something I use. Secretly I am jealous of those of you who live in the Pinterest reality.
The other day, Ana made a tissue ghost out of a sucker at a fall festival. Saturday, Ana sighed, "Maybe someday I can make another ghost."
Suddenly, I was transported to Halloween decoration-making memories from my youth. I remember sitting at our kitchen table, stuffing tissues to make ghost heads, lovingly making scary faces on each decoration. My mom showed me how to make them, and she says, "I don't have a creative bone in my body." Before Pinterest, despite her non-creative mind, my mom taught me how to make ghosts.
"Ana, we don't need suckers to make ghosts, all we need are tissues and string. We have those. Do you want to make some?"
"Uh huh." We spent time making the ghosts together, just the two of us. It was so fun, we decided to make more crafts another day. I was tempted to go on Pinterest for ideas, but instead I went back to my memories. I remembered making witches in school, jack o'lanterns, and bats. I am sure there are a million better, more elaborate ideas on Pinterest, but why do those when the fun is I the creating, not the copying?
Today, we continued our craft time, my daughter had NO interest in my craft ideas. She spent the past few days coming up with her own ideas. I am so glad that I didn't waste time pinning, and buying supplies for a craft my daughter didn't actually want to do. She wanted art time with me, and I don't need Pinterest to give her that. Our ideas might not "pinnable" special, but they are ours, and that is what makes them special to me.
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