Never too Early to Learn
I was out with Yiga while we were tagged along with three kids aged from 5 to 13. We had dim sum lunch at a mansion-converted restaurant located at a typically residential area. Before that, Sienna had eaten 3 eggs’ white and probably half bag of bacon and a home-made strawberry milk shake. So sitting with us at the table was again the effort made on her part. To reward that, we took them to Chucke Cheese for some game time. Yiga and I could then doze off amidst the mechanical and electronic noises.
On our way home, Sienna said to me suddenly that she wanted to sell things. “Mommy, I have so much stuff that I don’t need. Let’s sell them.” I was thinking yesterday she would eventually know how the money can come along. She already had a pretty good idea in just one day!? The idea is pretty clear. When she sells, she will get the money, which will go into that money jar at her disposal. “So where do you want to sell your stuff?” I asked. “In our house... Everybody can buy.” she replied. “What about if nobody wants it?” questioned I, the usually pessimistic mother. “It doesn’t matter. Oh, my granny will buy, when she comes to Canada,” Sienna was thinking out loud... I figured she has gotten quite a handle on the selling basics including the making connection part. I continued to question, “You try to sell your granny the stuff that she bought you?” Sienna was set further into a thinking mode.
Raising a kid is a like growing a tree. You don’t set out with a design as what the tree will look like. You give it the freedom to brunch out naturally and watch for the direction the brunches take. You give it a little hint here and there. It will grow tall and straight. It’s a big responsibility and it’s fun.
On our way home, Sienna said to me suddenly that she wanted to sell things. “Mommy, I have so much stuff that I don’t need. Let’s sell them.” I was thinking yesterday she would eventually know how the money can come along. She already had a pretty good idea in just one day!? The idea is pretty clear. When she sells, she will get the money, which will go into that money jar at her disposal. “So where do you want to sell your stuff?” I asked. “In our house... Everybody can buy.” she replied. “What about if nobody wants it?” questioned I, the usually pessimistic mother. “It doesn’t matter. Oh, my granny will buy, when she comes to Canada,” Sienna was thinking out loud... I figured she has gotten quite a handle on the selling basics including the making connection part. I continued to question, “You try to sell your granny the stuff that she bought you?” Sienna was set further into a thinking mode.
Raising a kid is a like growing a tree. You don’t set out with a design as what the tree will look like. You give it the freedom to brunch out naturally and watch for the direction the brunches take. You give it a little hint here and there. It will grow tall and straight. It’s a big responsibility and it’s fun.
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