"I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious.”
A mom told me this story years ago about her daughter.
I am really glad when I hear how adults welcome endless questions from little ones and take time to answer and discuss them. I grew up with a family like this. We were a bunch of jabber jaws. I’m sure there were times my parents would have liked everyone to clam up and be quiet…but I never got that feeling.
Margaret and her daughter, Maddie (age 4) were making blueberry pancakes one morning. Maddie had recently had a terrible experience with peas…..yes.
She had a traumatic allergic reaction to them and had made up her mind that they were evil…or something. As Maddie and her mother were rinsing the fresh blueberries Maddie recalled the event.
“Mama…..what is this! Why is THAT here?” (Pointing one chubby finger at the bowl of blueberries)
“Maddy, what are you talking about?” Margaret said rinsing the berries.
“You know….THAT…the peas” Maddie whispered as if the berries could overhear.
“Oh,” Margaret explained, “honey, those are called, ‘blueberries’ they are a different color….their blue, not green.”
“I don’t see how. They sure look the same.” Maddie said sticking her head in the bowl for a closer look.
“I wouldn’t feed you any peas, Maddie.”
“I know, I just don’t want you to be tricked or anything.” Maddie explained.
“I don’t understand. How would I be tricked, Honey?” Margaret asked.
“Well,” Maddie explained, “they could be peas holding their breath.”