As I have mentioned, Jo is a bit of a dilettante. Like most kids, she’s a sucker for anything new. Last Christmas, she got a finger loom which she loooooovvved for about two weeks (and even that was a very long run) and has since almost completely ignored. She’ll beg for a toy or a game or a book with the tenacity of an e-mail spam overlord and then blow it off almost as quickly as she receives it. She’s taken a incredible range of extracurricular classes, from music to art to tumbling to (most recently) ice skating, but the only one she’s stuck with consistently is swimming.
Her most recent prized possession was a toy sewing machine we picked up at TJ Maxx for $12. It’s pink and plastic but it really works. So for a few days Jo was a busy busy seamstress (mostly just making seams with no practical purpose). And after that, of course, the little machine sat and gathered dust.
What I wonder is how much of this is my own doing. See, the sewing machine–like many other hobbies she might try/stick with–requires intervention from me: helping her thread the needle, find fabrics to work with, follow instructions, etc. And you know, there is a reason why I don’t own a sewing machine myself. I am just not interested! So if Jo asks me to help her, I will; but I’m not going to go out of my way and say “Psst! Hey kid! Wanna sew?”
So I don’t think I am actually suppressing my child’s interests. The question is whether I am doing enough to encourage them. I like to think I am allowing her passions to shine through (she is only six, after all!). But as we’ve established, I’m pretty good at rationalizing.