When I was a kid I spent a lot of time with my Mexican grandfather. The guy is a genius. He is both an electrical and mechanical engineer and worked for Amana Refrigeration for years. When hanging out with him, there were always projects involving wiring, plumbing, carpentry, combustion engines, drywalling, framing, painting, etc. The guy can take a car apart and put it back together without any extra bolts or washers lying around afterward.
Many times I remember helping him and accidentally messing something up. Once I stepped on a sheet of drywall and broke off the end. Several times I knocked over containers or tiny pieces and parts. I would volunteer to help and sometimes give up to do something more “fun” halfway through. I’ve broken tools and equipment on accident, and have become bored on many trips to find materials or needed parts.
Sometimes he became frustrated, but most of the time he acted like it was no big deal. Last weekend I was getting rid of some bank statements and other documents now that taxes are submitted. I got a new paper shredder and naturally Ruthie wanted to help. Who doesn’t love shredding papers?
I gave her a stack of things and before I knew it, the shredder was jammed up awesomely well. It took me 30 min with a long screwdriver to unclog the thing. At first I was frustrated and vocalized it, but then I remembered all the times I had screwed things up for my grandpa and realized it’s not that big of a deal. All I ever wanted to do was spend time with him and try to learn the amazing things he was capable of doing. I wouldn’t say using a paper shredder really compares to re-wiring a house, swapping out a water heater, or replacing the head gasket on a 1988 and 1/2 Ford Escort…but I try to put myself back in the shoes of a kid who wants to help. I’m happy to say I think I learned a lesson in there and Ruthie’s back on the paper shredding job.