Ever notice that when you’re terribly busy, and there’s no time to blog, you have one great idea after another rolling through your mind, and you get frustrated that you don’t have time to write them all down? And when you’re lounging about with nothing particularly pressing to do, you really have nothing to say? Must be some kind of corollary to Murphy’s Law or something.
Well, I have toyed with about five interesting blogs in my head the past couple of days, but there they stay (or perhaps not, considering my memory or rather, lack thereof.) In the meantime, I can only accomplish snippets that straggle through my mind.
In a moment of stolen reading today (it’s much easier to steal time to read than time to blog–for one thing, the competition for computer time around here is pretty fierce!) I read this and found myself to be much convicted.
Think of a human pair teaching their child how to walk. There is, on the child’s side, strong desire and latent powers: he has legs and means to use them. He walks and smiles, he totters and looks alarmed, he falls and cries. The parents smile throughout, showering advice, warning, encouragement, and praise.
Using this as a model for how a child should be taught, I’m afraid I am found wanting. That bit about smiling thoughout, for instance…really, now, how do you smile when your child has forgotten for the fifty-second time that in order to divide fractions, you must invert and multiply? I have trouble making the smile look very genuine through my clenched teeth.
I’m all for being a cheerleader, but it’s something that requires a lot of stamina, and sometimes I just run out. Sigh.