As I consider straightening my workspace at home, my eye rests on two plastic bins full of legos.
To me, legos are one of those eternally appealing toys worthy of keeping. So from my son’s growing up years we have a good collection. Gone are the instructions to make the space shuttle, the pirate cove, the jet ski. We have basic blocks in primary colors and we have mysterious specialized pieces- a flower, a pizza, a pulley, a blue windshield, a green antennae, an engine exhaust jet. Never more will these pieces assemble into the complex forms they were designed to make, but with imagination they will be roused from their sleep and become wonderful, original creations.
Recently I sent a birthday package to Holly, our granddaughter. I enclosed a small big brother present for Jonah, because what four year old doesn’t need to be remembered by Grandma, as he sweetly suffers through someone else unwrapping all the presents? I sent him a small lego kit- to make a ninja on a motorcycle.
It turns out he is just now able to follow the pictorial instructions on his own. Big news- Jonah put it together all by himself. And he loves ninjas. I see him in the birthday photos zooming it through their apartment. Once in a while you get it right, Grandma. Legos come to life.