Ana here today with my latest epiphany. Lately I am having one per week at least 🙂
As you probably know, last weekend we traveled to Ipswich to be part of a big arts & crafts event that takes place every year, the ArtBeat exhibition. The Ipswich City Council invited Crave for Crafts to facilitate free macramé classes and paper flower workshops. It was a very successful day for us. We taught more than 1OO people, between adults and children (I am sure you can feel in your skin how much fun and exhausting it was)
The thing is, since then, I have been reflecting on a couple of thoughts….
The beginning of the crafternoon was pretty smooth. It was warm, so there was only a few people walking around the stalls. Some were interested in what we were doing. It was great, we could teach and chat with the locals, spend some time with them, explaining what we do in Brisbane, what our workshops are about, etc. The calm before the storm lasted barely an hour.
When it was no longer siesta time, the park started filling up. At a given moment, I decided to sneak to the toilet, and when I came back, Imogen was handling 1O children at the same time. There were children everywhere! And they did not want to learn how to make 1 flower, they wanted bunches. And not with 4 little petals, the more the merrier. With variations and personal adaptations.
So this is where the epiphany of mid April began.
When we asked adults if they would like to make a macrame hanger to take home, many responses were: “Not sure, I am super bad at crafts”, “ Not sure, I used to do this many years ago, but I don’t remember”, “Uff, this seems too complicated”.
If we convinced them to give it a go, but they didn’t do the knot correctly at the first attempt, you would hear… “I told you, I suck at this. I am really bad at any crafts”. Does it sound familiar?
It sounds very familiar to me, because I am the same. Exactly the same. With any new craft or project that I haven’t tried yet, or with any new business ideas, the first thing that I do, is to put an excuse to myself. It is fear, isn’t it? But fear of what?
However, not a single child would say anything close to that! When we asked them “Do you want to learn Macrame?” They jumped at it, and said a Big Yes! with big happy eyes (or a Big No! I want to have my face painted in the next stall. Fair enough)
When the kids were learning how to knot, right or wrong, none of the parents would say to them “Oh, you suck at this, clearly you are bad at crafts, just look at that imperfect flower”.
So when things start going wrong? Is it at school or at home? Is it a part in the brain development? When does it happen?
As you may know, I don’t have any children. I have spent my entire life surrounded by adults, in my family there weren’t many kids either. To me, children are still sort of a mystery.
I always thought that working with adults is much easier than children, but now I am not so sure. Children are more exhausting, but they don’t know excuses. They set the example to us, and it seems they also teach us forgotten lessons.