Picking up the Pieces
The one thing I have learned from putting a puzzle together with my son is…I am NOT a patient person. I try to fool myself into thinking I am, but when the rubber meets the road, or in this case, when the puzzle pieces fall out of the box, I immediately feel this need to control.
James is a funny kid. He’s athletic, coordinated, and I think he will even be a decent tap dancer. He always asks Caitlin or me to help him put a puzzle together, but puzzles are definitely not his thing. I am sure there are many styles of puzzle assembling. Some people may just dive right in and randomly try putting pieces together, but most people – I am sure – organize the pieces first, looking for edge pieces, then colors, then finally beginning putting the edge pieces together.
My frustration comes when James doesn’t understand what I trying to show him.
It is certainly a frustrating situation. I spend all day at school helping other children become better thinkers. Who is there to make sure my son is a logical problem solver?
I know, not every child’s strength is logical or mathematical. Some are good with their words. Some are more athletic. How do they become that way? Is there something I can do to give him an edge? Am I too uptight about this? Is he moving along at a good pace?
I don’t think I will ever truly know the answers to these questions.
James is a funny kid. He’s athletic, coordinated, and I think he will even be a decent tap dancer. He always asks Caitlin or me to help him put a puzzle together, but puzzles are definitely not his thing. I am sure there are many styles of puzzle assembling. Some people may just dive right in and randomly try putting pieces together, but most people – I am sure – organize the pieces first, looking for edge pieces, then colors, then finally beginning putting the edge pieces together.
My frustration comes when James doesn’t understand what I trying to show him.
- James, find the edge pieces. You know the ones that are straight on one side.
- Okay, mommy. [He then proceeds to pull out pieces randomly and tries to place them together.]
- James, look. This is an edge piece. Is this an edge piece?
- Yes, ma’am. [It isn’t.]
- No, James. THIS is an edge piece. Look here. Find me pieces like this. [This process takes a good 10 minutes or more.]
It is certainly a frustrating situation. I spend all day at school helping other children become better thinkers. Who is there to make sure my son is a logical problem solver?
I know, not every child’s strength is logical or mathematical. Some are good with their words. Some are more athletic. How do they become that way? Is there something I can do to give him an edge? Am I too uptight about this? Is he moving along at a good pace?
I don’t think I will ever truly know the answers to these questions.
Comments
It does not matter in the slightest that James, at this early stage in his life doesn't put together puzzles well....but you know that.
He is a beautiful kid and has many attributes as you have stated. Of course he is moving along at a good pace.
Children thrive on love and he gets that by the bucket load.
So cease and desist right now Annemarie. James is in wonderful hands and has a beautiful family.
Lots of love
Peggy xxxx
Go dance with him! That sounds like much more fun for both of you!
.... I looked at your scrapblog again about your dad. My thoughts are with you.... I lost my mom eight years ago, yet she never really went away.
There is a beautiful song by Belinda Carlisle called "My heart goes out to you".
"I see the tears you cry
They're tears I cannot dry
Know what you're going through
My heart goes out to you.
There's nothing I can say
To take your pain away
I'm not sure what to do
My heart goes out to you.
You know I feel so bad
To see you hurt so bad
But angels spread their wings
Over everything.
There's one thing no one knows
Why things go the way they go
We'll never have a clue
My heart goes out to you.
When you're overcome
When you need someone
I'll be the friend you need
Like you have been to me.
I see the tears you cry
One day they'll all be dry
But until they do
My heart goes out to you".
Big hugs and lots of love
Peggy xxxxxx
sometimes just taking a moment to throw in the towel, rest, and reevaluate is best.
i'm always comparing the kids, not on purpose and not in a hurtful way, but i always ask why isn't one like the other in this way or that and then i hear the ever so clear motherly response, "if we were all the same what a boring world we'd live in", funny how those quotes come back to haunt you.