A few days ago, I found myself watching my son play with the same set of building blocks he had loved since he was three. The colors were the same, the box was the same, and even the small scratches on the pieces told familiar stories. But something was different; him. At age three, he would stack the blocks with excitement but without much structure. His creations were adorable, spontaneous, and often unstable. Whenever a tower fell apart, he would look confused or disappointed. He didn’t yet understand how to rebuild it or why it collapsed. To him, broken blocks meant the end of the game. But at age five, I saw a different scene. The same blocks were in his hands, yet he was using them with intention. His tiny fingers knew how to align the pieces, how to create a stronger base, and how to plan small “buildings” in his mind before making them real. And when one of his carefully made towers broke, he didn’t panic or quit. Instead, he rebuilt it, not exactly as before, but in a ne...