Why I Love Why

GeekMom Counterpoint: Why I Love Why

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Why I Love Why
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One of the most delightful things about being part of the community of GeekMom writers is that we’re all over the map–philosophically as well as geographically. I read my fellow GeekMom Ariane’s post, “Why I Hate Why,” with interest, and my reply grew so long it turned into a post.

Here’s why I actually love the why stage:

Because at that age–two, three, four, five years old–language is a magical thing. It’s slippery and malleable and full of possibility, and meanings are hard to pin down. And “why” is the most magical word of them all. It means, “I’m baffled/delighted/scared/excited/an infinity of adjectives but I can’t figure out how to frame this experience in words.” It means, “Do the rules of the world stay the same, or do they shift around as much as it seems like they do?” A chair stays a chair, but water can be ice, water can be the steam floating up from Mommy’s mug of tea. The people who get made to take naps don’t want them, and the people who don’t take naps want nothing more. Uncle Jay is Daddy’s brother and Grandma’s son and THIS IS ALL VERY CONFUSING.

But there’s this powerful talisman, this incredible word that takes all the millions of questions flooding into those tiny, giant-brained heads, and distills them into a form that people understand. Why.

Why is the word that signals: “I need clarity. I need to make sense of this. I need to know what this feeling is called. I need to know if I’m going to feel it forever.”

Why is a chameleon-word that shapeshifts into all the questions put together. Who, how, when, what, where, will. Why is the wonder-word. It collects the flurry of bewildering input that swirls around a small child like leaves in a tornado–and in a single syllable, it tames the wind. It puts form to the formless: When other words are leaping all over the place with their jittery meanings (leaves fall in the fall but snow doesn’t winter in the winter), why stays put. Why is reliable. When grownups all around you are failing to comprehend the very clear statement you’re making about eating opiemeal in the hoffabul, why is a word they understand. Sometimes it’s the only word they seem to understand, so you use it in place of all the other words they can’t quite grasp.

Can being on the receiving end of endless whys grow exhausting? Sure–I’m in the thick of my sixth child’s why stage right now, and that means I’ve been answering this question almost without pause since 1997, when my oldest daughter was two. What delights me is that she is still asking it. At 18, she’s a young woman of insight and curiosity; she probes and counters and debates. She argues with things she reads. She wonders.

At its heart, that’s where the incessant why comes from: a sense of wonder, a sense that the world is a mysterious place but–and this is huge–where there are questions, there are answers. So I respectfully disagree with the notion that some questions–sincere ones, I mean, the kind a child asks–are stupid. The question itself is a sign of that spark that makes us human, our insatiable thirst for knowledge and understanding. We don’t take the world for granted. We want to know what makes it tick, what makes the sky blue, what makes freckles and spaghetti and smoke. As we grow, we learn to add more words to the question–but with luck we never lose that sense of the magic of it all, the endless scope for possibility. My kids’ whys have kept me asking questions; they’ve shown me a thousand different ways of looking at things so seemingly ordinary I might have forgotten to notice. Somewhere along the line, I came to realize that their whys weren’t just helping them make sense of an astonishing world; they were making it continually astonishing for me too.

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2 thoughts on “GeekMom Counterpoint: Why I Love Why

  1. As we say in my school (engineering), “There are no stupid questions”, we always left out the next part “But there are stupid people that do not ask”.
    Usually we want our kids to learn some simple things, and we are faced with little interest or a short, wandering attention span. It doesn’t feels good.

    But sometimes, our kids actually, honestly and even fervently want to learns things, and actually ask us (one way or another), we should literally jump in at that wonderful times.

    Some notes on answering questions to kids:
    – Often we will be tired, surprised or otherwise engaged, those questions often will be when we least expect them. Prioritize, and please, apologize (don’t scold) if you can’t answer for whatever reason. It would be so very, very sad to teach that learning is wrong.
    – Even if it is the right time, sometimes we don’t know the answer of understand the question. I for one, have found that asking back is wonderful, I have learnt a lot about and from my kid like that.
    – Be brief in the reply. And that’s a though one, you have a few seconds to come up with an answer, and it cannot be a lengthy one. What has worked for me is:
    + Think first for a couple of seconds (and actually look at your kid while you do it, unless you are driving, cooking, vs the final boss in the dungeon, well, you know what I mean)
    +If you don’t know, just say so, follow with what you use as working knowledge, if there is interest for speculation and make sure to see your kid’s hypothesis as well.
    + If it is a long story, just reply with the beginning, or the conclusion, whatever is more fun/amazing/memorable.
    + Feel free to oversimplify if it is a complex subject, just point it out like “Wars happen because someone thinks that may win, like when you do something that you know is bad, but think that you can get away with it” Nothing like that at all, but it kind of gives the idea.

    And don’t forget, we want to learn too, so, don’t be the stupid one that didn’t asked.
    (Sorry if the language seems strong, but we are among grown people so I didn’t softened it)

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