Something bizarre is going on with Dylan. Okay, it's not really bizarre, but it just feels bizarre... to me. See, since the day that Dylan could grip a crayon in his chubby little toddler fingers, I have been seeing this...
Scribbles. Let me stop here and say that I loved each and every one of those scribble clad papers. I am a big believer in valuing all forms of children's artwork. The two framed paintings of Dylan's on my wall prove that.
I believe the art process is what is important, not the final product. The crafts that he brings home from preschool that the teachers obviously made go directly into the trash, (why do they do that?!), while the scribbles are proudly displayed on my refrigerator.
That being said, one day recently I was reading a magazine while Dylan sat at the kitchen table next to me with his markers. When I saw this...
...I was stunned. They are Eat N Park smiley cookies. I knew that the minute I saw them. He drew something, and I knew what it was! Then, one day, I saw this paper...
"Holy crap, he drew a bicycle!", I thought to myself. And, a cookie, and a gingerbread man! When did this happen?! I was expecting it to be more of a gradual thing. Why is this so exciting to me, if I claim "the process is more important than the product"? I don't know. I'm complex. I don't pretend to understand myself, even.
(Tune in for the upcoming Recent Dylan Developments 2)
