My Clattering Tongue · Saturday July 26, 2008 by Julie
I used to get really irritated when my mom guided my eyes through our trips together. She told me where to look and what to think about it. Arrgh!
Then I started doing it (more).
I’m turning into Mom in a lot of ways, and very occasionally it’s scarey. In this case, I finally figured out how it really is okay. Really.
See, I tend to have to talk my way into my thoughts. I do think without chattering on occasion, but usually I’ve got to run things by an interested ear first. I suppose it’s a way to test for intellectual honesty.
Anyway, I now understand that Mom wasn’t trying to manage my thinking. She was simply thinking.
