At 7 years old, Paris still did not know how to tie her shoe. She was very frustrated with this, especially since many of her classmates knew how to do it. She would complain about it every blue moon and when she did, I would attempt to teach her. It always ended up in a fight. She would get upset cause she couldn’t get it and I would get upset because she wouldn’t be patient and listen.
At her guitar lesson last week, it was interesting watching her attempt to take direction from the instructor. She fiddled in her chair, kept slouching down, would ask random questions like who was the first person with a guitar and then finally get to the playing. I saw myself in her in this moment. Especially with the question asking. We are such curious creatures to the point of distraction sometimes. I couldn’t tell if she just wasn’t into the guitar lesson or that she was having difficulty in receiving instruction. I know for myself that if too much information is thrown at me at once, I can get easily overwhelmed and it causes me to somewhat shut down. And I wonder if Paris and I both suffer from dyslexica. But then again, I tend to be a bit of a hypochondriac too, so I think I have everything.
While we were sitting in the car after guitar lessons, she again brought up that she couldn’t tie her shoe. I hopped in the back seat and once again attempted to teach her. Within a few minutes it was the typical fight and frustration that always happened. I figured out another way to teach her, and her little eyes lit up wit the hope of finally getting it. But she didn’t and she was mad at herself. Continue reading »
