Thoughts and Perspectives From the Mind of a Common Girl
Every morning my girls and I come up with a new writing prompt, and then we proceed to write together for 10 minutes. Brianna is my 16 yr old and Autumn is my 9 yr old. Here’s our conversation from a few days ago…
Me – “How about we do the prompt, Aspirations of Autumn?”
Brianna – “Mom… that’s so one dimensional since we already know exactly what Autumn will do when she grows up.”
Me – “🙄😳🤐”
I was just playing one of my favorite games with my girls tonight called, “Would you Rather.” It’s a great question and answer game and for one of the challenges my oldest daughter had to come up with her own question. She asked this… “If you had the ability, would you rather change something in the past for the better or something in the future? And as I thought about this question, I thought I’d rather change something in the future, because the idea of changing the past always makes me wonder if I’d likely then screw up the future. But then my youngest daughter had this perspective, she said she’d rather change something in the past because in that way it would likely fix something in the future as well. So in her mind, she was killing two birds with one stone. Lol… She is always so much more optimistic than I am. I suppose it’s a gamble either way no matter what choice is made. What would you do and why?
At the dinner table, the question of the day was…
If you happened along a creepy tunnel, and you saw a light at the end of it, would you venture in further to investigate where the light was coming from?
Both of my girls said, that they would investigate the light, and I said I’d turn around and go back the way in which I came. Brianna thought that was unwise, and said the place I came from was probably worse. I said, “Well, I came from that place and survived, so it must not have been that bad.” And yet she insisted that going towards the light in the creepy tunnel was still the better option. Then at the last minute she added this… “Well mom, you’re forgetting… we all initially came from a creepy tunnel.” I couldn’t help but bust out laughing. The joke was totally lost on little Auti. Thank goodness for that!
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I have no idea how we got on the subject of hair, but as we were all sitting around the dinner table, my sixteen-year-old daughter Brianna ran her hand through her hair and said, “Look, mom, my hair is as soft as butter.” I gave her a nod of agreement but then nearly spit out my food as my nine-year-old daughter Autumn replied, “Well, that’s just because your hair is so greasy!” Brianna and I both nearly peed our pants after hearing that one. We must have all laughed for at least ten minutes. Oh, the things that girl says! 😉
Here’s what my daughter Brianna had to say as she was trying to cheer me up…
Brianna – “Mom, there’s one good thing about being sick, eventually you get better! So be glad for that! Unless of course you die…”
Me – “Oh that makes me feel a ton better!” Lol….
Putting My Feet in the Dirt 