The Sand Box
So the school hosted a book fair this week and my son came home with a bug vacuum. At first I was conflicted and the same held true for my wife. But it provided a moment for us to let go of the control so that even at six and a half years old, he can learn to make choices. As for Scholastic, their marketing to the age group and their access to the schools is all a bit over the top, no? Should a child come away from a book fair thinking he missed out on the really cool stuff? Note, my son said all the boys in his class wanted the bug vacuum, but he was the only one to get it. Oh how young we implant the dis-ease of consumerism, and right in the school no less.
But then back to our son and his choice. We approved the purchase from a list of items he made. He has plenty of books in his life; bookshelves full. For three years now he has been developing a science corner. He has fossils and shells, feathers and bones, star charts and rocks. A microscope…and now a bug vacuum. To his credit, I see how it fits. (And it’s pretty cool.)
The parenting question we wrestle with is this: How much push into his interests is appropriate? It’s a question with some topicality given the release of Gladwell’s Outliers and the premise that it takes 10,000 hours to achieve mastery. Give something a decade of commitment, and as Charles Olson would say, “you’re in.” Where do you draw the line?
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