Conversations with My Mother

Y is a crooked letter…………………..

giphy[1]In early childhood I realized that my words were valued, heard and more importantly counted. This powerful life lesson came from my Mother Margie. She often told this story defining the dynamic in motion between us. It was always told for my benefit. The story goes “When I tell  my  daughter to do something” her hand raised in the air in that all-knowing salute.She says “Why Mother.” So, I was launched on a quest to discover my own voice and the power it held for me……………….
She would listen intently giving serious consideration to my quest for answers. Often, I could sense both her bemusement and frustration. As I fired off question after question all while shadowing her around. Repeatedly asking “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”. Temporarily satisfied,I would wander off to contemplate exactly how Y could be a crooked letter. It was like contemplating the secrets of the universe. My quests for answers provided me with the opportunity to seek my own counsel and draw my own conclusions. I was learning how to think. My imagination and creativity were unleashed. I still take time daily to contemplate Y to seek solutions, find answers and listen to my own counsel.My Mother Margie encouraged all to explore, question and discover on all fronts. I was never told what to do.I was taught how to think. It is just that simple. Thanks Mom margiesdaughter.com