She was sitting at the table for whole 15 minutes, which for her is already a very long stretch of time. Sighing and whining our daughter was struggling through cursive letters; until finally she angrily dropped the pen. She was fuming and downhearted. That “stupid cursive” failed to obey her.
“Why can’t you just immediately know how to do it right?!”, — she shouted, her eyes filled with sadness.
Indeed, why can’t you?… Continue reading Grit: the missing puzzle piece