Life moves pretty fast
So, it happens that I was just checking out at the grocery store with my youngest daughter, Neve, by my side. While she danced around behind and beside me (literally), the checkout girl, who I could tell was quite green, asked if the bag of produce were avocados, “just to be sure.” My reply: “Yep… they sure are.” I smiled warmly in an attempt to soften her subtle, but obvious discomfort in having to ask.
Meanwhile, my littlest one pulled her 3-4 year old frame (she’s rather tiny for five) up over the edge of the counter by her hands. With her lips barely perched atop the rim and her feet afloat above floor tiles, she said to the girl: “Avocados are a fruit. They’re not really a vegetable.”
The checker replied: “Oh yeah… how do you know that?”
Neve: “Well… see… they have a seed in them and that makes them a fruit. (significant pause) …Even though some people think they are a vegetable. They’re not really though.”
The checker looked up to me for what appeared to me to be a slightly sheepish content check. I’m not sure what exactly I did in response. Did I wink? No, I probably nodded. I think. Maybe. She then said to Neve: “Wow. How do you know that?”
Neve: “I don’t know… it’s just in my head.”
Checker: “How old are you… five? Wow. You’re really smart! Maybe you could be president some day.”
Neve: “Nahhh… I don’t think girls are presidents.”
I had a bit of consulting to do after that last line. If you either, A) know me personally, or B) have read a bit of this blog, you can likely imagine our conversation in the car on the way home.* All of this has me wondering about the roots of empowerment. Do we really consider how early and deeply ideas become rooted in the brains of our little ones? When is “too early to matter?”
Actually, if you happen to be one of those die hards from the old days on the blog, you might remember a related story here: But Math is Hard. If you have not read it, you now have your assignment. And really, toward the end of the comments on that post, a rather beautiful thing was born. The web of links there will take you to a content area reading/writing strategy that I use to this day every chance I get. Now that I think of it, Miss Neve quite possibly learned that bit of history while observing the purely male string of presidents on Presidents Pro.*These talks are usually the silver lining in the cloud of a 50 minute commute that is soon to come to an end. Why is this a negative thing? For one, I’ll just plain miss those long car conversations. Well, that and hearing her sing about 90% of the 96.5 The Buzz playlist from memory. (and yes, of course I have to switch to the iPhone playlist at times during The Church of Lazlo, she’s five. 😉
Artwork-“inside the beast” by Darwin Bell on Flickr via CC -“door opener” by me.
My little girl is 4 years old now and one of the conversations in her life that I have always appreciated is along these lines. She spent about two and a half years in a home day care with a lovely woman named April. April has been telling my little one that she’ll be the first woman president. I love the confidence that this gives her, but I sure hope that she does not get the chance to be the FIRST woman president
Exactly. As I wish her the best that confidence has to offer, I’m simultaneously hoping she never chooses such a path. Then again, you never know what will make life interesting for someone…
Thanks for stopping by, Jim.