This summer, every morning fairly early, around 7 a.m. my time, I look forward to receiving the text, "Guys did you do Wordle yet?"
The text is not from my sisters or from a friend. It is not from my husband. It is from our 8-year-old grand who group texts her Nana and me. She early-morning dabbles in the word game and asks us for hints. She has us wrapped around her little finger when it comes to hint-giving (it helps that my time zone is one hour ahead with the wake-time advantage).
"She sees words, and that is what matters" I say to myself and the hubs as I justify any hints given to her.
We help her. Then, after we have all solved the day's challenge, if the word is fun or unfamiliar, we try to think of creative ways to use ethos, chart, party, beget, etc. in a sentence. On a side note, I don't think the five-letter word zhuzh will ever be used in Wordle because of its unusual letters and difficulty.
We hope that one day the "aha" moment will come for our grand. With patience and time, and if her Wordle interest continues, I hope a light will turn on and words will come alive. I hope that "first love" and learning and understanding will intersect... when her mind is primed and ready.
That is my hope as we walk through defining the meaning of Zhuzhment Day. To progress toward understanding, with the prize being an "aha" moment and maybe even a eureka, too.