Before I begin, let me state that I am about to brag. I have a five-year-old who plays chess. His grandfather taught him the game almost 6 months ago and Massimo in turn taught me how to play.
During the lessons where he was the teacher and I was the student, I realized just how patient my son is. Instead of getting frustrated at me for confusing pieces, like the bishop and rook, he good-naturedly explained how to play the game again. When I made the wrong moves he did not yell at me, he simply said, “Don’t worry, it’s easy. Try again.”
It made me reflect on how sometimes when I am trying to show my kids how to do tasks, I can sometimes lose my patience and get frustrated. My body stiffens and I easily give up and brush my child away.
When Massimo was teaching me, a middle-aged adult, how to play Chess he was always calm and made the game fun. His enthusiasm and kindness made me want to learn the game.
Now, when I am teaching my kids something and I start to get impatient, I try to remember my chess lessons with Massimo. I remember his gentleness when I was not catching on as quickly as I would like. By my son’s example, he has made me try to be a better person, teacher and parent.
Some parents dream of their kids being star athletes. I know that my son is coordinated and sporty, but I dream of him being a “chess-athlete”.
Am I condemning him into a road of “nerdiness” or geek cool?
What ever the case chess holds a special place in our family.
Thank you for letting me share and have a great day!