I don’t know what about so many little kids make them want to build stuff, but it’s true. I wish, like Lego, I could have could have cashed in on such a primal childish instinct.
Many of my good memories growing up were around the Lego bucket, as we called it. We’d put all of our Lego kits into a single bucket and them dump them out with a tremendous clatter that must have stirred despair into our parents’ hearts. You’ve got to pick all of those little things up, because if you don’t, you’ll find out why most people equate stepping on a Lego with bare feet with a land mine.
Some days we built towers and castles. The next we built spaceships and alien creatures to chase. It didn’t much matter. We didn’t know or care that we weren’t building masterpieces, but it still gave us a sense of accomplishment.
Don’t be afraid to jump in and build with your kids. The thrill is still there when you find just the right brick that’s the color and size you need. You’ll be fostering your child’s imagination, and who knows? Maybe he or she really will grow up to be a hotshot architect and take care of you in your old age.