One of those life changing “Ah ha” moments.
One of those moments when a light bulb is switched on in my head providing me with illumination, of understanding, that previously had been totally invisible to me. And it all started with a simple request from my three year old son.
“Mommy, please, turn back time.”
His reasoning was quite simple. He wanted to replay an event and change the outcome.
I will admit that I have since rethought the possible error in such early and intense exposure to Star Trek. But nonetheless . . . there it was. A request for Mom, all powerful, all knowing Mom, to please turn back time.
I assumed I could simply explain that time cannot be turned back, by me or anyone. And with this new and reasonable information, and all would be well with my child.
Feel the power of logic.
Are you guessing at what came next? It would be a gross understatement to say that he did not believe me. I tried again to explain the impossibility of complying with such a request. And with each additional statement I made, he grew more and more agitated. Frankly, it’s a gross understatement to use the word “agitated”. Washing machines agitate. This was more like a food processor…on steroids. (more…)