A few weeks back as the twins were recovering from viral fever, they sat down to craft gifts for their teachers. H came up with this tippy-tippy-top flower
for his teacher. He spent some time painstakingly making and colouring it, no mean achievement given that he’s not such a pro at either.
He put it away safely in his cupboard waiting to get well so he could take it to school. Then his friend dropped by. He looked at the ‘flower’, examined it and asked, ‘What is this?’ I was waiting for H to proudly declare ‘I made this for my teacher’. To my complete surprise he replied, ‘Oh this? It’s just something my sister made. I don’t know why she left it in my cupboard.’
|If only he understood what his
favourite author said!
He was embarrassed to admit he’d made it!!
I cannot tell how saddened I am.
Long long back when he was a toddler he asked me for a kitchen set. He loves to cook. He used to take it down to play. Then one day he told me, “I’ll play with my kitchen set only at home.” And then slowly he gave it up altogether.
Of course that might have been a sign of changing interests, which would have been fine. But this, seems like pure peer pressure. My son is growing up and trying to ‘fit in’ and I’m scared. Not that he might not fit in, but that he might lose himself while trying to do so.
A big talk is in order! Any ideas how to go about it?
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