Over the weekend, something magical happened. Megan was actually able to combine her legos and stack them together, instead of just throwing them all over the place. Of course all she wanted to build was a single tower, there really were no leaps of creativity just yet, but I'm sure it's coming.
The funny thing is, that while we were experiencing this for the first time and thought it was so cool that she sat at her little table and played, we joked that she's probably been doing it at daycare for at least two weeks. Then I started thinking about what else does she probably do at daycare first before we get to see it, and it made me sad. Not for a long period of time, but a few minutes. I know she's not bilingual at school and then refusing to talk at home. If she did it at school, it was probably the day before or whatever. We're not talking about a huge length of time between her growth at school and me seeing it at home.
Spending Sunday afternoon building towers with my daughter was perhaps the coolest thing I've done in a long time. It was such a minor moment if I put it in perspective, and I'm beginning to see how 'sports parents' and every other negatively-labeled parent which signifies overbearing is created. I know it's a short step from getting excited about legos and transferring it to getting excited about her high school tennis matches, or whatever.
It was so hard for me not to step in while she played with her legos, offer up different pieces or involve myself too much in her creative play. This is her time to experiment. If she wants to build a tower, that's fine with me. If she wants to tear it down and do it all over again, okay. But internally it was killing me to not help and just let her be. And this was just legos! Ack!
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