I have a rather sassy granddaughter. She reminds me much more of my mother and mother-in-law than of myself or my daughters. I suppose that I secretly enjoy that she is so much more willing to assert herself than I ever was. I spent most of my childhood and teenage years being quiet and polite and even a bit repressed. I was truly afraid to be the person that I wanted to be or to express the opinions that rattled inside my brain. My granddaughter doesn’t even come close to being like that.
Don’t get me wrong. She is never rude or rebellious. In fact her teachers love her to death because she is such an outstanding young lady. Nonetheless she doesn’t mind speaking up when she senses injustice and she possesses a certain childlike wisdom that is beguiling. When her mother and I stew over problems she invariably arrives at conclusions and solutions that make great sense. In that regard she sometimes seems to be the reincarnation of my mother-in-law, a woman who always seemed able to reach the most rational and meaningful conclusions in even the most dire situations. Continue reading “On Becoming Our Best Selves”