The ‘I Got It’ Moment Hits Every Time

There’s a very specific face my daughter makes when she’s trying to spell a word she knows she should know… but doesn’t.

Eyebrows scrunched. Pencil paused mid-air. A little sigh like, “why is this so hard?”

And honestly… same.

Because sometimes I’m looking at the word too like… wait… is that how you spell it? Is that REALLY how to sound it out? 😂

So the rollercoaster ride begins...

We’ll sit there together, sounding it out, breaking it down, trying again.

Sometimes she gets it right away. Sometimes we go through 3–5 “creative spellings” first.

And then…

It clicks.

Her whole face changes. Like she just unlocked something.

“I got it!”

And I’m over here acting like she just passed the bar exam.

“YES 👏🏾YOU👏🏾 DID!! 👏🏾

Because It’s Not Just Writing..

What I’m realizing is… this isn’t really about the word.

It’s about:

• learning to slow down

• working through frustration

• asking for help without shutting down

• trying again without giving up

And I’m watching all of that happen in real time… over something as small as spelling a word.

That part gets me every time.

NO JUDGEMENT ZONE:

Frustration Is Real (For Both of Us)

There are definitely moments where she’s over it.

“I don’t know how to do this.”

And I have to pause too… because my instinct is to jump in and fix it.

But I’m learning to sit in it with her instead.

To talk it through.To figure it out together.

Not rush her past it.

And I Don’t Want to Miss This, no matter the frustration...

It would be so easy to treat this like:“Okay, let’s just get this done.”

But these moments?

These are the moments.

The in-between.

The trying.

The almost-got-it.

The finally-got-it.

Those are the parts I love most

I love watching her go from:

“I don’t know this.”

to

“Wait… I think I do.”

to

“I got it!”

There’s something about that shift that just… does something to me.

Because I know it’s bigger than writing.

She’s learning that she can figure things out.

I'll leave with this...

Gardening is a little messy.

A little slow.

Sometimes frustrating.

But it’s also really, really beautiful.

And I wouldn’t trade these “wait… try again” moments for anything.