My cup is full...
..was what my 10-year-old daughter said to me as she was trying to write a summary for a book report. (My Brother Sam is Dead, by
Christopher Collier & James Lincoln Collier) Her reading skill is very advanced, and although her comprehension skill is pretty close,
it's still a little behind her reading. After having overheard for twenty minutes Kaitlyn speaking sentences and phrases- all possibilities for
the summary of her book- I poked my head into her room and asked if she needed my help.
I didn't read the book with her, but my son, who had read it a few years earlier, told me that it is very difficult, and that even now he still
doesn't understand the whole thing. With this in mind, I went over with her once more how to write a summary for a book with a
complicated plot. She started thinking out loud again, and it was clear to me that she was still looking for the words that would best fit
her summary, without making it too lengthy.
I had to laugh when she burst out in frustration, "My cup is full." Instead of telling her to empty her cup, I told her to put it
aside and get herself another (empty) cup. Her response, though, was, "I can't right now, Mommy. My cup is so full it hurts right here
[at this, she pointed to her right temple]. I don't think I can move it." I told her to leave the cup there, then, and that she needed to
take her mind away from it for awhile. My daughter, however, is known for being the one who always sees her tasks through to the end,
so she shook her head at my suggestion, and with determination said that she'd rather get it done now so she'd be able to move on to
something else more enjoyable. I don't know if she got herself a "new" cup so that she could look at things from a different perspective,
or that she somehow found more room in her original "cup" to put in new information that she learned, but she got back to work.