"I'm a genius!"
Friday, March 11, 2011
"Yes," I answer back to my four year old dear daughter. She's got on mismatched clothes, no shoes, and a leaf in her hair. In her rather dirty hands is a worm. My first thought is that she is about to show me how to squish it.
"You know what?" she says.
"I'm a genius." She then turns, satisfied that I've heard her, and runs back outside.
Why does she think herself a genius? I have no idea. There is even a high probability that she doesn't know what the word means (or that one of her older sisters told her it means something quite different than the truth).
What was important to her was not the exact meaning of the word or even that she had a reason for the statement. The importance to her was that she'd said it and I'd heard it.
She was proud of what she was. She shared the good news with someone she trusted. She also didn't get too caught up in it, past the moment of sharing.
She really is a genius.