I have been thinking about the concept of curiosity a bit lately. How did I get there you ask? Let me map it out for you.
Braden loves monkeys.
A monkey named George is one of the world's more famous monkeys.
This monkey is well represented in our house.
This so called George is curious.
So as I read to Braden, or more likely to an empty room, about George's troubles my brain wanders off into deeper thoughts on curiosity. A line in one of the Curious George books we have talks about getting a good nights sleep so George can wake up and be curious and wise.
I think there is no doubt that curiosity in a child is a sign of intelligence. A curious child has to touch, feel, beat, throw, smell, and taste everything within arms reach. This is the only way they can learn about the world around them. Once a curious child has fully investigated something they file it in their memory as a lesson learned and quickly move on to something else.
The same thing goes for watching people. A curious child watches everything that is happening around them. They do this in order to learn how they are supposed to act or where they can find certain things. It's the same way with adults. Most intelligent people are always searching for answers. "Just because" does not suffice for an intelligent person. They always wonder why and/or how.
Now the geniuses don't stop there. They may go fly a kite in a thunderstorm or try to invent a flying machine. These are the weirdos though.
Having laid out my theory on curiosity, I now pose another question. What is the deal with "curiosity killed the cat?" That statement is directly opposed to my theory. If curiosity helps a child learn then why are we telling them that curiosity kills our feline friends?
Living these past months with a abnormally curious toddler named Braden has given me some insight into that statement. Curious Braden (CB for short) can drive any person crazy with his nonstop investigations of all things. He gets his hands on everything in the house. As he grows taller there is no place safe from his curious grasp.
I'm sure the phrase arose from the frustration some parent felt because of their own little curious child. Sometimes I feel like telling CB curiosity is going to set the house on fire. Instead I just curl up in a fetal position in the corner and dream of warmer weather when CB can go be curious in the neighbors yard.