How My Positive Feedback Instilled Immense Confidence In my Child
On a regular weekday, while my child was busy painting her imagination on a piece of paper, I was engrossed on my phone, sipping a cup of hot coffee, on a chill wintery evening.
Scrolling through social media apps, quickly flipping from one to another(Uffff!!! There are mills of them which is so time-consuming, yet one can’t do away with them),I quickly glanced through all of them, in the meanwhile decided over the dish to be prepared for dinner.
Out of all her favorite activities which Soha enjoys lovingly minus any bit of qualms alongside her playtime with her best friend, has always been coloring and painting. I always treasured it whenever she presented me with her neat and thoughtfully chosen colors on her coloring book. I encourage her to continue doing this because she is immensely good at it, additionally stays away from screen-time.
She doesn’t need me by her side during the activity, which gives me time to wind up my other tasks. But today she was different. She was not enjoying her activity rather just scribbling to finish the work given. The moment I stood up to move towards the kitchen, she didn’t approve of the same. She wanted me to watch her painting and guide her if she doesn’t perform well.
“Why was my little chirpy nervous” I was astounded by her behavior. She was never doubtful of herself except on the studies front. I quickly scanned if anything been said or done in my presence, which made her doubt herself. I could not recollect any.
I cocooned her in my arms, trying to sniff, what had gone wrong. She was silent for longer and I let her be. She comforted herself before speaking out the actual Reason for the kind of reaction she was showcasing.
Soha: Mama, a few of my classmates mock at me when I draw my paintings. Should I stop doing this??
Me: Consoling and Empathising with her, I drew her closer. She could fathom my solicitous touch.
Locked in my arms, her eyes met mine. She longed to be served with acknowledgment and validation. I lifted her coloring book and explained it to her. Her observation of the surrounding around her is commendable, which visibly reflects in her artwork. The shades which she chose to complete her art-piece, exuded her talent and love for the activity. I made her understand that to draw so neatly with thoughtfully chosen colors at this age is not a small feat. And I am so proud of her. I would love to see her paint more and more.
These statements of mine filled her with confidence, made her sparkle. “Sachi Mama!! You love my paintings…..”
She beamed with confidence.
She trusted and believed in herself. Self-doubt was emancipated.