Monday, February 22, 2010
No Fair, Smarty Pants!
Do you ever get jealous of kiddie brains? You know, that theirs are thirsty little saplings, roots soaking up moisture, branches stretching to the sun, bending in the wind. While mine is more like a forgotten lump of cottage cheese that got pushed to the back of the fridge. That's shrunk and sprouted strange fuzzy Who-ville things. And a crust.
I've been reflecting/fuming/pouting about my molding cerebellum ever since my fresh-brained middle child showed me this video.
Take a look.
How about that? It's perfect proof of why children can speak like little French people after six months in Clermont Ferrand, while I sound like a cave man with a speech impediment.
Kids know how to mimic. And they have no fear! They learn their first language by copying the movement and shape of their mother's mouths. By listening and trying it for themselves, until the big people standing around them clap and squeal, "Did you hear that? She said Mama! I know she did! Say it again!"
So what does that mean for us? For me, with the old science project curdling in my head? Whenever I'm trying something new, No fear should be my mantra. I'll try my best at mimicking. I'll just hope there's nobody with a video camera around!
Have a great Monday, y'all!