Checkmate

Dad got him on checkers last month, planning to hold off on the chess he was eager to teach.  Checkers would lay the foundation.  But Tennyson started asking and asking to learn chess, enchanted by the glass Knight.

“Mom, let’s play chess,” he’s asked numerous times, hooked.

I managed to provide plausible reasons why it wasn’t the best time.  Or shove Peter between us, offer Daddy up in my stead.  One particular morning last week, I came clean.

“I don’t know how, Tennyson.”

I always have freely admitted to him things I don’t know (let’s look it up) or am not good at (now DADDY’s talented at that).  But curiously, a grain of embarrassment the size of a micron weighed on my ego in the confession.

So I asked my son to teach me.  Not only so he could feel that Mom was connecting, entering his world; but so he would internalize the rules and strategizing in the coaching.  Of course I sound the braggart mom:  I was surprised at how good a teacher he was.  After explaining who’s who and how each piece moves, Tennyson encouraged me to try each out.

“The Bishop moves diagonally like this.”
“The Knight moves 1, 2 Boom.  The Queen can go anywhere.”

The enacting helped him remember the rules.  Father and Son would strike each other with the sword after a conquest: “King takes Knight.  ChArge!”

Earlier that morning I had been eyeing the chance to hunker down and get to the workbooks in math, sight words, and reading so I could in happy conscience have my student color in the little attendance box that attests we did “school” that day.  It’s a well-worn tune.  Home educators know learning is so much more than those books or the completed checklist, but what is so darn comforting about these?

The morning instead detoured to the Barney in Spanish that’s been partly responsible for the recent stream of Latin American songs and numbers out of the little guy’s mouth.  Then came the chess.

He at one point changed his mind and decided not to eat my Pawn – to keep his King from being taken by mine.  “Let me THINK.  Let me THINK…” he determined, poised over the board.

Yeah, Mom.  Let him think.

“You’re doing so great with him, honey,” I commended Peter yesterday.
“You mean I wasn’t doing so great before?”

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A recent match: Peter realized it was Checkmate.  He had no moves left.  His son had won.

One thought on “Checkmate

  1. Excuse me? I’m not quite understanding….I got this as a comment on my post “Checkmate”. Please clarify what it is you are talking in reference to. What can dilute relevance of what?

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