I woke up this morning after a long night in bed with a fussy, teething baby (poor boy is getting 3 at once) and walked into the living room to see my favorite pen...on the floor...in pieces! Now you may think I am silly to have a favorite pen, but this thing is amazing. It makes my handwriting so much prettier, my drawings more accurate, and signing checks a little more fun. And there it was in pieces. My initial sleep deprived self took this act of destruction personally. Who would do such a thing as disassemble my pen and toss it about like so? Who would be so reckless to leave the evidence everywhere? I examined the scene a little more closely and came to the conclusion that the dog was not the culprit this time (no teeth marks). Now since the cat doesn't have thumbs nor a care for disassembling anything she is off the hook. And my husband, well let's just say he is low on the suspect list. So that leaves one set of hands fully capable to disassemble many things, and they have multiple times.
Baby SMoore did it! I know it! Now did he do this maliciously? Should I be upset about it? No, not at all. These pieces of my favorite pen are a result of a little boy exploring. He was simply curious about the contraption that momma left with in his reach. He disassembled it, examined it, and learned. This is just a preview of what's to come. My boy has an engineer's mind and I will care for it, encourage it, and develop it.
Next time your kids get into something take a moment and think: are they learning? are they exploring?
