Yesterday I went outside to find Fresh standing in the driveway trying to make a basket. What made it one of those special dad moments was not the fact that I got to witness my child’s first unassisted basket and give him pointers, although that was nice too. It’s what he was saying to himself as he was doing it,
“You have to be bad at something to be good at something.”
Occasionally he would glance up at me as if to ask, “Right?”
“You bet. Everyone who is good at something was once bad at it for a long time.”
I cannot count how many times I have said that to my children when they gave up or got frustrated. I was grateful to be allowed to see that in some way what I say does sink in.
With tireless repetition, what I say and do with my kids does, over time, sink in. Which is kind of a scary thought, actually.
Sorry, Girlzilla. I had to be bad at something to be somewhat better at it. You were my first pancake. But you’re turning out pretty good anyway. Heh.