Do you have a child that smashes and breaks everything? Does you child do things even when you’ve warned him that it could be dangerous? Does he boldly go where others fear to tread? Are you at your wit’s end? Perhaps you’re ready to tear all your hair out in frustration – maybe you’re already balding as a result. I feel your pain. I have such a child and he’s likely to send me to a hospital with a nervous breakdown one day.
He is the Scientific Child.
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The scientific child is a born scientist. He never takes anyone’s word for it without testing it out for himself (or herself – we have girl scientists, too). He has to bash, bang, and break everything in sight because he’s trying to understand its limits. He is always searching for answers – what happens if I shake this? What happens if I hit it? What happens if I throw it? You say it’s going to burn me if I touch it? Let me see… Ouch! Oh, I get it now.
She is likely to get into a lot of scrapes because of her endless curiosity. She’ll drive you mad because she needs to try everything out for herself. Just when you think she should have learned her lesson, she proves you wrong, over and over. And if you’re wondering why she would do something again and again, it’s because she’s looking for anomalies and exceptions to the rules. Just because it happened once doesn’t mean it’ll happen again unless the multitude of randomised trials performed indicate a correlation.
The scientific child drives you to the brink and dangles you off the cliff of insanity with a rope that is fraying. But as gut-wrenching as his behaviour can be sometimes, the very qualities of the scientific child that annoy the bejeezus out of you will be the qualities that will help him get further in life. That is, as long as he can hang on to those qualities into adulthood. It is a trial by fire that most parents dread but you just need to hang in there and walk the tightrope between raising your child safely into adulthood (since the scientific child is a high risk child and likely to cause severe bodily harm to self and possibly others if not kept in check) without completely squashing all these wonderful, natural qualities altogether.
Hercules is my scientific child. I’m convinced he’s secretly bought me a one way ticket to Tanjung Rambutan without telling me about it. In case you’re wondering, Tanjung Rambutan is a place in Malaysia that is famous for its mental hospital. Despite his mischievous, rascally behaviour, his adorable demeanour and heart-melting displays of affection is enough to disarm anyone. Instead, I rationalise my son’s hair-splitting behaviour as a means of consoling myself for having to deal with such a child.
Since misery loves company, tell me all about your scientific child…