I love working with kids. I’ve even done a book on the subject. But this past week, I probably did more concentrated kid-involved woodworking than ever.
As I’d noted in an earlier blog, my grandson has been eagerly awaiting my visit so I could repair several wooden cars I’d made for him. That visit took place last week, and true to my promise the two of us fixed those cars. My role was fixing. Grandson Jed’s role was far more important: Supervising with his multicolored friend.
Although his help wasn’t physical, Jed came away from the experience with a sense of having actually done hands-on work, and was overwhelmingly proud of it. This is a very good thing: He’s now hooked for life.
Meanwhile, the older kid – my daughter – is about to embark on beekeeping. To that end she wanted to build an enclosure to keep the younger kid – my grandson – safely away from said bees. So for several days last week we sunk 10’ posts, cut and mounted stringers and several 6’x8’ fence panels, cut and installed a lockable door, and even did a modicum of landscaping. Much sawdust and sweat was involved, and my daughter and I did equal amounts of hands-on work. The experience was wonderful for both of us.
Right about now you’re probably wondering what my point is here other than to brag about how I spent my summer vacation. Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not sure I have a point.
Except maybe that woodworking with kids – of any age – is the greatest enjoyment you can possibly have in, or out of, the woodshop.