The house was silent for three afternoons in a row. No video games, no drawing, just the sound of wood banging against wood.
He restarted the wings four times because they “wouldn’t stay in place.” I offered to help hold the glue, but he carefully removed my hand. “I need to figure it out myself,” he said.
Today, I finally called myself into the kitchen. He didn’t brag. I just figured it out. In a world that wants everything instantly, watching him slow down and build this piece by piece was the best lesson I learned this year.
Patience isn’t a skill you teach; it’s a practice you encourage. 🥹🥰🙏