Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Demonstrating Concepts.


Clearly demonstrated today that she could solve a puzzle.  As the 100 piece puzzle sat on the table awaiting Coras return, the one year old picked up a puzzle piece, gave it a tentative bite, then threw it on the floor.  She then proceeded to try and find a tastier one by patting the edge of the table.  I pushed the puzzle out of her reach.

Nyobi grunted, in her usual thoughtful way.  Then she proceeded to demonstrate her ability to climb.  Standing on the chair she proceeded to grab and remove as many puzzle pieces from the table top as possible before I grabbed her.  By the time I managed to replace the majority of the little cardboard wonders in the box, she was running down the hall with a tasty one soaking up the spit.


Demonstrated an exceptional use of literalism, and due to her audience, I got a wonderful dose of seeing how silly I look when my children manage to outsmart me.  She got a hair trim today.  Ensconced in the barber chair, the lovely blond barber did what I suggested.  She turned to her small customer and addressed the question I just answered to Cora.

"How do you want your hair cut?"  She said, turning Cora to face the mirror.

Cora looked at her, looked at me quickly and then pointed to the table in front of the mirror.  "With your sharpie Scissors right there!"  She responded.

I did mention the barber was blond didn't I?  The poor young women did not realize the humor, nor understand the irony of the literal answer Cora gave her.  Bemused she stared at me with an expression so helpless I felt pity for her and managed not to laugh out loud. 


Actually, in all deference to my husband, Nyobi and my husbands family this probably has less to do with the hair color and more with the way some people view children.  They do not believe that youth have the ability to make choices (within reason) about their appearance, nor express themselves as adults.  My goal is to guide choices, not monopolizing the decision making process.  Sometimes this puts me in uncomfortable situations; like trying not to laugh at a barber while very pregnant or trying not to cry with your 3 1/2 year old as she discovers that Mom didn't lie about it hurting when they pierce your ears.

After all, it is the tools, not the choices which they will use their entire life.  Hair changes.  Life changes.  It is how we decide what to do each day, and how to live our lives that is truely a testament to our own parents efforts.  My Mom and my Mom-in-law should both feel very proud of the lessons they gave their children.  I hope I can do as good a job.