I remember asking my Dad (Grandad who fixes everything and actually my second Dad) when did my brothers and sister lose their first teeth, start to walk, roll over for the first time and being shocked that he didn’t know all of the answers. That was of course before I became a parent. And a parent of two.
With all the good intentions of remembering such facts (at least documenting them) with my first child I wrote down lots, took polaroid photos and stuck them in ‘the book’ made notes about new achievements and jotted down phrases and important babbles.
With child number two who arrived 18 months after child number 1, I took snaps on my iphone(which have probably been wiped since child number 1 washed it in the toilet) and managed to collect a box of stuff (a smaller box of stuff than was collected for child number 1). At a year I backtracked and scribbled some important facts into a notebook.
I did however, for both of them, start sketch-books from the day they were born and have recorded their mark making ever since. Their marks to me meant everything. Their prints, their squishes, their splats… and now their sketches, a record their growth in this world recorded in a language dear to me and I hope, to them.
When I sit on the floor trawling through their boxes of stuff, it is no surprise then that I’m drawn to their artwork…and I’ve found myself in the business of recording others’ marks.
I’m sure all the types of fathers out there would appreciate any of the marks too, at any of the stages of splodge, just as much as I do.
Father’s Day is on Sunday 16th June
What to expect from your child’s marks in not so technical but oh so true language.
More brown splodges
Separate coloured splodges
Coloured splodges and strokes
Coloured splodges, strokes and shapes
Coloured splodges, strokes, and recognizable shapes
Recognizable letters and figures
And it goes on…
And then there’s this…