A Different Kind Of Intelligence

Behind those old stone walls and that small and clean wooden door, there they were. A family of four. Mother, Father and their children, a girl and a boy. The parents were having a small conversation while the kids play. The mother said, that is a different kind of intelligence.

The father asked, what do you mean by that? He knew that there are different kinds of it. But, he just wanted to see what she thinks. She said, the young boy takes from you. He is smart with his hands. He learns quickly on how to use tools. But, surely the girl has a different set of skills. She picked up quickly to work with emotions. She came to you and asked in the nicest way possible to get her a baby doll. She does not come to me with such requests. She always chooses wisely, what to say and who to say it to. The father replied, those kids grew up so quickly. I did not imagine that, I would feel how fast they grow. As they will always be just little kids to me.