Conversations with My Mother

Y is a crooked letter …………..

I knew my words were valued, heard and most importantly counted from early childhood. My Mother Margie gave me the gift. She would tell this story with great pride as she defined for others the dynamic between us. She always told it for my benefit watching my face. I was empowered by her every word.  The story goes “When I tell my daughter to do something her hand raised in that all-knowing salute. My daughter’s usual response is, “Why Mother” and so the dynamic between us was launched. I was the seeker on the road to discovering my voice and the power it held for me.
She would listen intently as I spoke on my quest for answers. I  could sense both her bemusement and frustration in my early years,as I fired off question after question. All done as I shadowed her around as she moved through the world.  I wanted to know more and more and more asking repeatedly “but why? but why? but why? Finally, she would look me straight in the eyes. Half laughing half serious and say, “Because Y is a crooked letter”. Temporally satisfied, I would wander off to contemplate exactly how Y could be a crooked letter. It was like contemplating the secrets of the universe. It gave me the opportunity to seek my own answers and draw my own conclusions. I was  launched on the path to thinking. My imagination and creativity was unleashed.  My Mother encouraged all around her to explore, question and discover on all fronts I was never told what to do. I was taught how to think. Thanks Mom……

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