The diary game || Better life with steem|| My son assembled a car

Hi friends, Last week, we celebrated my son's birthday. For the occasion, my eldest daughter—who lives in Canada—sent him a car-building kit from LEGO as a gift. The kit included instructions and parts for constructing five different types of cars. This serves as a highly beneficial activity for children, as it allows them to learn the process of building a car. Using this kit, my son constructed an F1-style racing car. I am going to share the details of this project with you here, and I hope you enjoy it.

The toys manufactured by the company known as LEGO are considered to be of extremely high quality and exceptionally safe for children to play with. Available only in India's major states, these toys are regarded as expensive; consequently, we typically do not even consider purchasing them. Nevertheless, children today frequently encounter such toys online and on YouTube, leading them to stubbornly insist on having those specific toys.

My son had inquired about this item while conversing with his sister. Since such toys are readily available in Canada, my daughter purchased one, believing it would make an excellent birthday gift for him. Just in time for his birthday, she sent it to my second daughter, who was staying at a hostel, with instructions to present it to him as a surprise on the big day. True to plan, the birthday surprise came as a complete shock to him, and he was absolutely delighted.

His exams concluded last Saturday, leaving him with a ten-day vacation. Since yesterday was Sunday—a holiday—he took out this toy set and began playing with it. At my request, he allowed me to take photographs; I captured images of the process as he constructed the car. Following the demonstration instructions provided with the set, he assembled the individual parts to create the vehicle.

However, while he was creating this, he called upon me for help several times; yet, I deliberately chose not to go to him. Claiming that I was busy with work, I ignored him. I did this because I felt it was important for him to learn on his own; I reasoned that if I went over and instructed him, the task would become too easy, and he would fail to truly master it. Consequently, after silently cursing me in his mind, he figured it out for himself and correctly assembled every single component.

He experienced significant mental distress until he finally completed the task. Although he was extremely angry, he did not give up; he continued to meticulously review his work, and whenever he made a mistake—however minor—he promptly corrected it. Although he remained angry and distressed until the task was completed, he was extremely happy once it was done. I had him stand next to the car he had built and took a photograph; I felt a deep sense of pride. I took great satisfaction in the fact that, today, he had learned something new.