Josh was playing with blocks, when Zoë swiped two of his big blue bars and ran off. (She thinks it’s fun when Josh runs after her.) Josh gave chase while crying, “Zoë, I need them!” He was trying to grab the bars back and of course, Zoë was holding on fast.
I suggested that Josh stop grabbing and instead try to gently ask to have them back, to explain to Zoë why he needed them. He did… and before he could even finish explaining why he needed them, Zoë handed back both bars. Then she looked at Josh and asked, “I help you, Koko, okay?”
Bless his soul, Josh let her. I could hear him giving her instructions on where to put certain blocks and also letting her add her own touches to their creation. After a few minutes, they called out to me to see what they made.
Of course, I expressed delight and I praised them for working together to create something that both of them are proud of. I asked them to give each other high fives. They did, with big grins on both their faces. Then Josh said to Zoë, “Great job, partner!”
I had to stop myself from doing a little jig. I look upon instances like these as little victories in my parenting struggles.