Samantha is no stranger to technology and that certainly is normal for a child growing up in this world.
Mary Kay noted this information from The Week magazine recently. To recap what she put on her Facebook page, she said that twenty percent of the two to five year olds can do smart phone applications.
The other day, Samantha asked us to pull out either the iPhone or iPad to see one of the apps. She has consistently enjoyed Talking Carl, an app that repeats what you say and things like Wordbag, which features Pim, who speaks in French if you so choose and introduces everyday item words and pronounces them, or Peekaboo Barn, which when you tap the barn door produces an animal and the word for it.
My mind was wandering as Samantha poked at the iPad (which was readily available in our vicinity) and I noticed right away that she was able to see that I had filed the kiddie apps in the game folder and then she tapped on the Peekaboo Barn app. She continued until she had viewed all the animals.
The next day she noticed I had my iPhone in my hand and we went through the same process, this time she did the same thing but noticed that the apps were in a folder called “Jeux” since, geek that I am, my phone is in French. She went for the Wordbag app and “Petit Pim” appeared. “Pim” is the panda who is multilingual. She started tapping on his backpack so he would introduce the everyday items.
Am I the typical Grandpa, or plutôt the Papi who thinks his Granddaughter is just the smartest kid in the whole wide world? Yes! Wait a sec, is that what I really want or think? Perhaps not, I know that Samantha is a well-adjusted young lady and I believe that our family will provide her with a stable network to get her through life’s trials and tribulations, but I also know that she, like anyone else has certain gifts and then probably areas where she is less gifted. It is hard for me, as Papi, to currently recognize any flaws because, wow, she is just the “bee’s knees” to quote my mom.
At present, Sam is playing Papi like a violin, and I must admit it is darn cute. When she comes to “Papi House” as she calls it, she now plays quite the coy, coquettish young thing and makes me work for her affection. If I don’t get the immediate hug and I go into a sad funk, she will run to me and put her sweet arms around me and give me that hug and kiss. But sometimes she just makes me wait. In her world, she has her ducks all in a row and knows she is loved and cared for by so many people. Since I am a “certainty” in her life, she can most assuredly play the game and make me seem like a secondary fixture at moments. I know better. I know my place and her momentary putting aside Papi’s feelings doesn’t bother me one iota.
When I was younger and less self assured and had three children I learned a valuable lesson from MK who was often treated like Samantha treats me by the three boys, who for some reason must have deemed me needier in the emotional area. They were right, I was. I watched as they played the Samantha game and MK never flinched a bit. I think I may have even mentioned the time Christian decided to go to school with me one day when he was quite young. I told him that he couldn’t because I wouldn’t have time for him while I was doing my job. He told me that I would have to because he couldn’t stay with Mommy because he liked me better! Parents need to understand that these commentaries cannot be taken the same way they would be if they were coming from an adult. Sometimes, that is easier said than done but as kids are feeling their way through emotional development this is often what ensues.
So, is Samantha brilliant? I am her Papi and she is the most amazing young lady in all aspects and has a beautiful future ahead of her. Will I feel the same way about Samantha’s future siblings and cousins? You are darn right I shall, that is what a good Papi is for!
Oh, and by the way, thanks for all the comments on how cute Samantha is and how she is growing into a beautiful, intelligent young lady. (Papi is beaming!)