Recently, my four-year-old procured a new sheet of temporary tattoos. Angry Birds. Couldn’t he want to play with something called Happy Birds, or even Mildly Frustrated Birds? “Angry” is just so harsh. Anyway, I think that the sheet may have come from a birthday party gift bag. Regardless, yesterday was tattoo day. After a long morning of rotating between Tickle Monster & Daddy Jungle Gym, I was ready for a bit of rest. We climbed the stairs and headed for the Lego drawer in the living room.
Part of my great love for Legos is that they’re awesome! My kids love to create. They reach deep into their imaginations to construct things that one might not think would be possible to construct with Legos. While all of their architectural masterpieces don’t exactly resemble those “impossible” things, they always seem to make some sort of sense with creative explanations and close inspections.
The other reason Legos are cool is because when we play with them, no one is jumping on stomach, stomping on my face, beating me in the head with a Styrofoam hockey stick, insisting that I pick them up by their feet, swing them around, throw them up in their air, and repeatedly chase them around in small spaces for hours on end, or sneezing directly in my face at close range (incidentally, I’ve experienced some relatively productive sneezes in that fashion, but that’s beside the point).
As the Lego play ensued, a look of pure joy came upon my big guy’s face. He remembered the sheet of tattoos sitting on the kitchen counter. One of those tattoos was just waiting to be adhered to the back of his hand. Jumping up and down, he declared, “Daddy, we need to do our tattoos!” He and his little brother grabbed each other and bounced around as if they just connected on a game-wining touchdown pass. Little sister and I looked at each other and smiled. Those goofy boys!
Here’s the rub, when we got to the kitchen I asked which tattoo each of the brothers wanted, then I proceed to cut the specified tattoos out of the sheet. My four-year-old looked at me in amazement. He said, “Daddy…you are a great cutter!” At the risk of lacking humility, I must admit, I am a bit of a tattoo-cutting wizard. I never go over the lines, I leave plenty of space in between tattoos, and I can get the one right in the middle without damaging any others. I know…impressive. Seriously though, it’s a skill that he admires. While it’s nothing to most adults, four-year-olds find cutting that way pretty challenging (and not just because their rounded, plastic, scissors don’t work as well as ours).
When I put this in the context of education, I remember that we have many opportunities each day to connect with students around growth and development, simply in the ways in which we model and respond to their perceptions of us. One of the things we’re looking to do as educators is help these young people function with increased automaticity in progressively more ways as they advance through school, into college, and eventually independent adult life. When our students look at us with amazement, whether it’s because of something relatively basic like our expertise with scissors, or something relatively complex, like our ability to negotiate consensus through conflict, we need to be aware, take note, and make a plan. Those moments are ripe for learning, connections, and delivering a sense of value to those whose positive growth is our charge. Take the time to follow up with students who express interests in learning things that you know. A few sessions of “Scissors 101,” can go a long way in showing a kid that he/she can, and that we care!
Dream Big. Work Hard. Be Well.