Curiosity made me buy this book!
Browsing the shelves in a bookstore, it caught my eye and I spontaneously bought it, probably as a subconscious reaction to the fact that I have heard that I tend to be too curious about everything ever since I was very little. It is a topic that has followed me from early childhood over my academic studies and into motherhood and teaching.
As a literary phenomenon, it has a negative connotation, starting with Eve, who could not resist the temptation to know more, and was punished with the expulsion from the Garden of Eden, or Pandora, who opened a box full of evil, with only hope left to cope with it all.
The ability to stimulate curiosity, on the other hand, can save lives, as Scheherazade experienced in the 1001 nights she told cliffhanger stories that needed to be finished before she was ready to die. Obviously, as a mother and teacher, I focus on stimulating curiosity, rather than punishing it, as it is part of effective learning. That's the theory, anyway.
However, I have to confess that I have plunged into a kind of reverse Eve-guilt many, many times, being too tired and distracted to engage in the curious questions I have been asked. When I had two toddlers and a baby at home, I used to read a lot to the 2 and 4-year-olds just to have an hour of sitting down instead of running. At one point I decided to introduce them to the mythical origins of our culture and read the children's bible. An avalanche of questions was the result:
"Why did god plant the tree if he didn't want Eve to eat from it?"
"Why is he so unfair to Cain?"
"Where do the other people come from if there was only one family in the beginning?"
And so on. After counting 17 "Why"-questions in a row during one session, I was exhausted and lost my patience, yelling:
"Can you please stop asking why?"
Silence. Then, quietly, my 4-year-old:
"Why?"
Oh, the guilt will never go away, and ten years have passed since then. But I haven't learned anything from it either. The other day, while I was reading this book and taking notes, my 10-year-old daughter came in and asked me something. My horrible answer:
"Not now, darling, I am reading a book about how to stimulate your curiosity."
????
Okay, I might win the medal for bad parenting, but in theory, I think I am aware of how to do it better, and this book is a concise summary of a common sense approach to stimulation of curiosity.
I particularly enjoyed the analysis of the correlation between knowledge and curiosity, and that learning more about a topic creates more interest in it. As a grown-up, I am responsible for giving my children a basis of knowledge that opens up wider horizons for them to be curious about. It is not enough to hand them a laptop and tell them to explore whatever they are interested in. The randomness of the information they will find online will rather kill their wish to know more than make them develop further interest in it.
I would recommend this book to parents or educators who would like to refresh some common sense reflections on why we work daily to create an environment of inquiry, and how we can keep it alive as adults as well. Curiosity can be trained, and nurtured, or stifled, depending on how much we work on it and feed it.
After reading this book I have vowed to answer at least 19 questions before losing my temper from now on. That will be enough to redeem myself from the guilt of the past, I reckon, considering how the questions have changed since my children were toddlers.
"Why do I have to go to the hairdresser?"
"Why does my room have to be tidy?"
"Why are you so annoying?"
When it comes to enhancing epistemic rather than diversive curiosity, nothing beats reading interesting books, and my children know I will always gladly answer their literary questions, at least. And ask some valid questions myself:
"Have you practised piano?"
"Why is there only one gym shoe in the bag?"
"Do you think Gollum is a good or bad character? Why?"
There are not enough questions in the world!