Few things fascinate my five-year-old daughter more than ice and snow. Unfortunately for her, we live in Texas.
Yesterday, after weeks of wishing for a winter wonderland, she poked around the kitchen drawers, looking for a solution to her problem. Her eyes lit up when she discovered that waxed paper felt “slippery like ice,” and she strapped some to her feet with duct tape and spent the afternoon ice skating on our tile floor.
To me, the absence of icy weather is no hardship, but my daughter saw the situation differently. The challenge was motivating. And because she had a deep desire to solve the problem — because she was uncomfortable with the world as it was — she tapped into her imagination and creativity.