When I was about 6, I was sick, home from school one day. My mother, who was going to teacher's college at the time was off with me. I asked her to draw me a picture to colour in, she did. It was a beautiful jungle scene complete with snake. I decided then and there, that I'd never be able to compete with that drawing and gave up drawing. At 44 I've now figured out that I probably can draw, and am learning to have a go at it.
When my lovely daughter was about 3, my mother-in-law (who was an art teacher) told me to never get colouring books. She explained that children should be able to always come up with their own drawings without anyone else's imposed standards. My daughter now (age 14) does art at school and draws beautifully. She has actually inspired me to attempt to learn drawing again (" it's easy to draw Mum, you just draw what you see!")
Steve, you are great demonstrating to your daughter that her original drawings are better than any copies. You're right, Emily's original bear has much more intrinsic beauty than any copied bear could know. It has Emily in it!
much joy to you
hazel