I was born a very bright human. I knew everything there was about life by the time I was age 13. (I can hear my Mom’s eye’s rolling from her grave.) I spent the next 6 years or so educating my mother on how life worked. It was a huge project. Tedious. Adults did not seem to know much.
The lessons often ended in arguments. (I know you are stunned. Mothers and daughters arguing. How novel!)
It was worthwhile. By the time I hit my 20s my mother was very smart. In fact she was so smart I didn’t know how she had learned it all so fast. It must have been a miracle.
There were always things that she said that I didn’t think were true. Or wouldn’t happen. I wish she was here so I could tell her how right she was. She’d like that.
Lesson #1 Hold your tongue – If I heard her say that once, I heard her say it a thousand times. It didn’t make sense. If in all my wisdom, I was able to set someone straight on some stupid path they were following, wasn’t it the right thing to do?
As it turns out, no. Sometimes looking through my set of filters offers a skewed view. Everyone has a different drummer. Some drummers don’t have a beat or tune I like or enjoy. I don’t have to listen. I don’t have to criticize. I can walk away. They don’t have to play music at my functions.
My mother could be very outspoken if she didn’t like my drummer but I knew she kept quiet when it came to others. I suspect she didn’t comment on all my drummers either.
What a great lesson that was and I can’t figure out why it took me (being so bright and all) so long to learn.
I just felt a big ray of sunshine. I think I heard her say, “Finally!”