Daddy, Do You Think I’m Smart? 25-July-2012
The other night, we were cooking dinner and Sophie asked me the simplest question: “Daddy, do you think I’m smart?”
At first, I was kind of worried about why in the world she might not know how brilliant I think she is. I tell my kids all the time how much I love all the smart things they say and do. But the more I thought about it, the happier I was that she didn’t ask, “Daddy, do you think I’m pretty?”
Now, don’t get me wrong- she knows I think she’s pretty too! And there’s nothing wrong with that. However, I (over)worry about the world around her trying to teach her that her primary value is in her pretty face (and all too soon her shapely figure will enter that picture, Oy…) in spite of my own efforts to teach her that her value as a person lies much deeper than that. I may be the most important man in her life, but I would be remiss if I did not recognize the massive nemesis that the mass media is to my parenting.
This week alone, she made me beam with pride as well as shed a tear or two of amazement at her insight. Monday night, she helped me in the garage and truly doesn’t understand the gravity of her own ability to assemble and understand my entire extensive (hey call me arrogant, but I have a vast assortment of sockets!) socket drawer. You see, while I do still enjoy working on the car, having someone to hand me tools so I don’t have to crawl out from under the car is a great boon to my aging back. She’s 8 years old. It’s this kind of thing that is hard to convey to her in a way that she can fully understand how smart she truly is. Friday night she said something so beautifully insightful that no matter how well I manage to portray the story in my own words, I will not do it justice. Coming soon.
I finally decided that she can’t possibly doubt that I think she’s smart. I’m chalking it up to one of those things that she can’t hear too often.
Yes, Baby, I think you’re smart. Beyond comprehension. And I’ll continue to tell you so, each and every time I think of it.
Cheers from The www.ThreeFiveZero.com Daddy