Conversations with My Mother

Embrace The Art Of Thinking.

I was given a powerful gift from my Mother Margie in early childhood. That my words were heard, valued and important. She told this story for my benefit explaining with great pride the dynamic in motion between us. The story goes “When I tell my daughter to do something” her hand raised in that all-knowing salute. She says “Why Mother.” So, I was launched on my quest to discover the power of hearing my own voice and the art of thinking. 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 pursuit of answers enabled me to seek my own counsel, draw my own conclusions and unleash my imagination. I was learning how to think. I still make time daily to seek my own counsel, explore solutions, and discover answers. I was never told what to do. I was taught how to think. I am Margie’s Daughter. It is my most impressive credential. It is just that simple.