“Turn the piece you are holding counter-clockwise ninety degrees.”
I was greeted with stunned silence, punctuated with a few discrete sniggers. The advice that my son has been able to follow since he was four, seemed too complicated for the average adult mind.
We had been playing a team game where blindfolded people put together a picture following directions from people outside the play-area. For someone who prefers to do things herself, it was difficult to just direct. Frustrating too. Also challenging.
Hard to let go. But liberating too.
And I have a lot more respect for my son now!