When I was young, I took a few years of piano lessons. My brother never did. When I sit down to a piano, if I don’t have a very simple piece of music to refer to or something committed to memory, I can’t play. My brother, he can play by, well, playing. Hitting the keys to see what comes out. I try that and it’s like I’m frozen. Now, I don’t necessarily fault the lessons (the teacher was quite good) because my problem at the piano could be innate temperament, but who ever knows how much of what we are is nature and how much nurture? We don’t.
So when looking back and thinking “wow, that’s something I wouldn’t mind changing about myself,” the next natural thought for a first time Mom is how this impacts child rearing behaviors. I’m hoping that we can teach Remy things in a way that doesn’t eliminate options.
For example, this is the usual way to stock this wooden tower of blocks, but here’s lots of different things you can do with these blocks too. Gary is better at this than I am. In general, he’s a much more out of the box thinker. I suppose there’s a benefit to quickly seeing the “correct” way to do things (i.e., the way that authority figures support and reward), so I shouldn’t bemoan my tendencies. It probably helped in school.
Yet, I’d like to foster creative thinking in my child. I hope he sees possibilities without editing them out for feasibility a little better than I do. My role in this is to let him explore and hold off on the “here is the right way to do X” training. That will come soon enough, especially once he’s in school. I’m hoping I can frame that training as “here is the commonly accepted way to do X, so you can do it that way to keep people off your back or buck the trend where you deem it important to do so.” Yes. That’s what I want to teach my child.