Yesterday my youngest son who is 7 came to my studio to help me work. I had him polishing my silver pieces with a brass brush, as we listened to music in Kichwa (an Ecuadorian Andean native language- my sons were born in Ecuador where my husband is from). We talked about why he was brushing the silver with a brush (to flatten the silver particles so that light reflects evenly, which is how silver shines); about how Kichwa sounds so familiar to him, even though he doesn’t understand all the words; and about the different steps it takes to make a piece of jewelry. In the end, he helped me roll out a new piece. I messed up twice. But he saw the hard work that goes into it, he saw his mother making a mistake and working to fix it, and he saw that it was okay.