Are you creative? Or rather do you think you're creative? And does creativity go by the wayside when we get to the age of watching our children struggling with their own children? Do you have to be an artist to be creative? What does that really mean- being creative?
Webster's defines creativity as the ability or power to create, to bring into existence, to invest with a new form, to produce through imaginative skill, to make or bring into existence something new.
For instance, I was just now approached by my three year old granddaughter who asked me for juice in her "sippy" cup. I would have been happy to oblige her by opening the thing and giving her some fresh juice, but I couldn't seem to get it open. I probably could have tried harder, but that would have taken more time and she wanted it now.
When I told her, she started to get a little bit frustrated. Three year old self-preservation is something I wish I still had! Without even thinking much about it, I grabbed the closest glass on the counter to offer her an alternative. She said she still wanted the "sippy cup". Then I happened to notice two more glasses standing on the counter.
Luckily all three glasses were different sizes! Taking all three and lining them up on the counter I offered her the chance to pick the Daddy glass, the Mommy glass or the Baby glass to put her juice in. With a satisfied smile on her face she chose the Mommy or middle size glass, probably because she had been expressing missing her mom every two minutes for the last half hour. Needless to say she was happy with her choice and all thoughts of her precious sippy cup had gone by the wayside as soon as she had the beloved "Mommy" glass in hand!
Evan, the main character in my book for middle readers- Babysitter Blues encounters a similar moment when he could just choose to enforce his "parental"authority (designated to him by his mother when she left him to babysit his half-siblings) and risk alienating his little sister or instead choose to allow
“I don’t wanna go, and you can’t make me!” Dani folded her arms across her chest stubbornly.