Sunday, May 6th, 2012
Jack is finally learning how to actually play with his Lego-like blocks. He likes to see how tall he can build his tower or sword or lightsaber or whatever it’s supposed to be.
But for Jack, it’s just as much fun to tear down and break apart as it is to create.
For the past couple of weeks now, I have noticed that during his playtime, he likes to make messes… for fun.
It’s been nearly a decade since I took a Child Psychology class back when I was in college, but I have to assume that right now my son is working out the engineering part of his brain.
He is teaching himself how to deconstruct things so that he can rebuild them.
My wife told me that Jack likes to abruptly swipe all his bath toys off the tub’s ledge into the water, only to carefully place them back in order.
I’ve said it before, but I truly think Jack is going to be the opposite of me when it comes to his motor skills. He will be a clear-thinking, math and science guy; whereas I’m a deep-thinking, abstract, communications kind of guy.
That’s a good thing. We’ll have plenty to learn from each other.
Of course, that’s not to say that Jack won’t end up being a very sociable little boy, because it’s seems to me he already is.
Yes, I could have allowed myself to become annoyed when Jack started his new daily game of emptying his six different toy caddies in our living room.
But I just remind myself that my son that is becoming his own mechanics teacher.
I can’t believe I just now thought of this, but why am I cleaning up his toys when playtime ends? After all, I shouldn’t deprive him of the very valuable reconstructive lesson of placing his toys back where they belong.
He’s not a baby anymore. He’s a lightsaber swinging toddler who is sure to get better math and science grades than I ever did.