Curiosity

Curiosity

I credit my parents with putting an important frame of curiosity around things for me. They taught me that learning is fun. This was long before I met people who told me that it should be a serious undertaking. Right from the beginning, my mom & dad let me know that whole worlds resided in books – and that I could go there with as little effort as turning a page and reading. We went to museums and historic sites on vacations and weekends. We pulled along the side of the road to read historical markers. We took the time to imagine together the things we were learning on our own or with each other. Life itself, I was taught by them, is an adventure.

I was not immune to the pain of alternative portrayals of learning that I encountered later, however. Learning was to correct a deficit of not knowing. It was a deadly serious effort to avoid poverty, inadequacy, and ignorance. Learning was something that needed to be done to complete you as a productive member of society. Learning was process and knowing was product.  Continue reading