She probably asked me a thousand questions within 10 minutes.
How can one child ask so many different questions in such a short amount of time? How in the world can her brain fire at that rate of speed?
All I wanted to do was focus on my work. I didn’t want to talk anyone. I didn’t want to listen anyone. I just wanted to focus on the work I get paid to do. It’s the stuff I love to just dive into and get lost in.
I wanted her to go away.
But then I thought for a second.
How many times a week do I have a question about how to do something or what something means? Where do I go when I need an answer?
I go to Google like every other adult does.
We don’t have an authority figure standing right next to us that we think is all knowing about all the things that we have questions about. We don’t have our heroes right next to us.
We have the internet, but the internet isn’t just a place for knowledge. It has traps and pitfalls and dark holes to fall into. As adults, we can manage those fairly reasonably, but our kids usually can’t.
They get sucked in and believe everything they see and read. Some of those things are absolutely disgusting and horrifying! Especially for kids.
So as I teach my kids to use the internet to answer their questions, and I decide I’m too busy to take the time to answer their questions, of course they’re going to turn to the computer. And are they going to be guided in the way that I want them to be guided as their parent?
I’m sure I’ll still get annoyed the next time my daughter comes to me with eight million questions while I’m working.
I hope I remember this thought, and think twice about saying “I don’t know right now”. I want her to know I’m here to guide her for as long as I can guide her.
Because someday she won’t want to come to me anymore.