She was stuck.
I could see it.
She kept trying the same piece over and over again.
I opened my mouth to help…
Then I paused.
And I said nothing.
It felt uncomfortable.
Honestly?
I felt like I was failing her.
Then suddenly…
She turned the piece.
Tried something different.
And it worked.
Her face lit up.
“Look! I did it!”
That moment hit me.
If I had stepped in…
She would have finished the puzzle.
But she wouldn’t have felt that.
Now I ask myself more often:
Am I helping…
or am I taking the moment away?
