Hammers, Wrenches, Pliers: How Our Prasing Shapes Our Kids
My engineer husband recently picked up woodworking as a hobby. By default, I then became one of the wives who’s been literally dragged across town, week after week, to see the ‘tool I must have to make that bunk bed you wanted’. Did you know that a radial arm saw is different from a scroll saw, which is different from a table saw, which is different from a jig saw? And a planer smoothes the top and jointer smoothes the sides of a 2×4? Or a dovetail joint is superior to a finger-joint. Anyway, if you have no interest in those terminologies, I don’t blame you a bit! To make a long story short and to get back to math and raising kids, I notice one day how my husband’s praise to Byron, our 5-year old son, shaped Byron’s tool choice of the day even when the tool did not fit the job. That day, using his little hammer, Bryon fit a mortise into a tenor, upon which he received a ‘Wow, Bryon! Good job!’ from his enthusiastic father eager to share his wood working with his boy. Soon, the little guy would pick up the hammer to whack a nail into a bedpost, and before long, he even tried to take a screw OUT with the same hammer!
That got me thinking: if a simple praise from us can alter a child’s choice of tools for the day, even to the point of attempting to take a screw out with a hammer, won’t it be true that how we praise our children overall will alter who they become? I know from my own upbringing, being smart (book smart that is) was THE ticket to get a nod from my own folks, so what did I do? I went out and got 3 advanced degrees. Was it worth it? Well, on my last visit to my parents, they asked me ‘when are you going to get a real job and accept a professorship?’ So you see, right then and there, I realized that all I have in my ‘toolbox’ were ‘hammers’: small ones, big ones, rubber ones, shiny ones, 6-inch ones you can take nails out, 12-inch you can hammer the nails in. Nothing but hammers!
Don’t get me wrong, degrees do offer choices – choices in career, choices in occupation, choices in lifestyle. But one day I woke up and realized ‘hammers’ were all I have!
Sure I maybe cumbersome in using a, say, hacksaw or a needle-nose pliers or a adjustable wrench, but won’t it be nice to have them? See, back then, my parents said ‘writing is sissy’, ‘medicine has to deal with too many bugs’, ‘painters starve’, ‘psychology is voodoo’, before long, the only path left is ‘engineering and science’.
So how do you get away from not influence ‘tool choice of the day’ and yet still show your genuine delight? I stumbled on it one the other day trying to tell my 9-year old that the color choice she made on that day was pleasant: ‘Alexa,’ I said, ‘that pale purple does look soothing with the pale yellow skirt.” Gratified that she didn’t wear all purple all that week and that next time, she paired the yellow skirt with a dark green Nike shirt, I knew her ‘color choice of day’ didn’t get altered because I liked ‘how purple went well with yellow.’ The rule I now stick to is this: take the ‘I/good/great/wonderful/nice/well’ out and state the fact. Got a 100% on a spelling test? I now say ‘Wow! You put all the letters in the order they wanted’. Tough? Yes. Worth it? yes!
It may sound like load of work for such little things (or as we Chinese say it ‘tons of chicken feathers with no meat’), sometimes, even I can’t help but wonder is it really true that an ant hole can really take down a dam? But then I remember what an old village elder said, ‘drops of water put holes in rocks, never the other way around’. Hm.
Uh, only if our children know how much we love them!!
Happy Zen Math!
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