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Dec 3, 201302:01 PMAfter Hours

with Jody Glynn Patrick

If at first you don’t succeed, have grandchildren

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I found myself caught in that crack between the rock and the hard spot recently when, trowel in hand, I turned on a ladder to discover my 12-year-old grandson, Patrick, standing behind me with a joyous expression on his face. “Is THAT how you tile?” he asked, excited eyes sweeping along fresh grout and tile. “That doesn’t look so hard. Can I do it, Nana?”

“Not on a vertical wall for your first time out, bud, but I’ll explain what I’m doing so you’ll be ready to help when we tile a flat surface,” I offered. His smile faded and his eyes lost their shine, but he stood resolute, listening as I explained and demonstrated the boring details. Likewise, he patiently stood a respectful distance away as I used a Dremel to ground down slate stone on a cook stove countertop that extended beyond the glass tile curvature I’d created on the side, though I could tell he was itching to hold the enticingly dangerous machine.

“How do you know how to do all this stuff?” Patrick asked reverently, looking around at the various projects in the works. I told him it was mostly learned while watching Uncle Herb and Uncle George flip houses. As shown in the photo to the left, I started tagging along with them as early as 2 years of age, outfitted with my own lunch pail and wooden toy hammer. Seems I’ve always known how to build — it’s almost instinctual now.

“Does my mom know how to do all this stuff, too?” Patrick asked.

No, sadly none of my children learned how to tile, garden, can vegetables, sew, knit, crochet, or build, though I did teach son Philip how to lay hardwood floors when I needed extra help a few years ago. (In fact, we’ll be doing that again together next week at the new house, as I most enjoy working alongside him.)

“Why don’t they know?” Patrick persisted.

What an astute question, Grasshopper. They did, after all, grow up in a home where Mom singlehandedly finished a basement, carpeted the main floor, built a fireplace, and added closets and a porch. Why don’t they know the difference between a jigsaw and a miter saw? Surely my kids were as fascinated with power tools as my grandchildren seem to be. Surely they had asked to help, too.

But — and here’s the crack in my foundation as a good parent — I was too busy to show them, needing instead to quickly finish and then move on to the very many other (very, very) important things I (very) much more wanted to do. I didn’t immediately come up with that answer to Patrick’s question, telling him instead that they must not have been as curious as he was, but that wasn’t true. The truth was that I didn’t nurture their curiosity.

Nor did I suggest that while he could not immediately tile a vertical wall, I could have brought in a little wooden bench from outside, given him some mortar and broken tiles, and let him practice on that while I explained the process to him. So there was another opportunity lost to fully engage a willing child in the building trades that I so love.

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Dec 6, 2013 07:07 am
 Posted by  Linda Abbott

Great post Jody! I think what Patrick will remember when he gets older is how cool his Grandma is and all the time he got to spend with her!

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IB Publisher Emeritus Jody Glynn Patrick blends work and life in this very clear departure from her other writing for In Business magazine. Awarded national recognition for both her previous work as a newspaper columnist and her journalistic leadership at IB, she brings us all back "Closer to Home" with her insights and remembrances. A nice place to be "After Hours." Check back often!

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