Some time ago in a group setting my three-year-old was acting as crazy in ways only he could pull off. As some point someone asked if he had a condition that seems impossible to those who know him well. Afterward someone close to us made a profound observation: it’s so easy to observe a child for a short period of time in one setting and apply a label that could stick for life.
My son doesn’t always seem like the studious type. More like a future construction crew member based on his attempt to decorate his new room with road mix.
So I wasn’t expecting him to come to me a few weeks back requesting that I teach him to read. Not exactly a predictable request from a rough and tumble wild little boy.
But he can read. Not fluently. But consistently sounding out each letter as he slowly begins to blend words. And he’s still a three-year-old “boy’s kind of boy” as likely to get into a heated wrestling match as any of his contemporaries.
But his decision to read reflects the complexity of his personality. It’s also exactly the right move if he plans to spend a lifetime shaking up the construction, agriculture, or automotive industries. And while I’m not holding to any specific expectations for his future I think it’s safe to say he’s likely to shake things up a bit no matter where he lands in about 20 years.