Monkey has discovered a box of crayons in her play basket. She loves them, all 40 of them, in bright colours and preferably tipped out of the box and spread all over the floor. I found myself trying to demonstrate to her what they did, taking the crayon and drawing, or placing the crayon in her hand and holding it while moving the crayon across the paper. She wasn't interested and didn't really notice that lines were being created. So I gave up, even trying to put the crayons away, which Monkey objected to so I gave up and left her to it. Crayons are for crayonning, I thought.
This morning I just watched her. I noticed her looking at the scribbles of colour that the crayons had left in the bottom of the box. She put the box down and continued playing. But in that moment I understood that I don' actually need to show her how crayons work. She will figure it out for herself, and that will be an infinitely more useful process to her than my direction would ever be.