I had a flash of insight this week. It came as I worked to explain the behavior of my beautiful 4.5 year old daughter who is likely to be the cause of major bald patches for me this week.
This behavior, though, isn't the bald-patch-inducing kind (separate post for that.)
Backing up a bit, all my life my family has accused me of being a bullshit artist. I would always be available to offer up some kind of definition or explanation for something. Just one of those many services I offer. I've never quite understood the trouble they gave me, I mean I'm just trying to communicate how I perceive something...
Well apparently it's driven by genes (explains dad, too.) Anastasia *always* has explanations for things. Usually hers are wild and far-fetched. She explains everything. Things she sees for the first time, ways our family operates that are different from other families ("in our family, we don't eat meat beacuse we made a bet with Uncle Mike and now he doesn't smoke anymore.") She integrates details she sees, whether they are relevant to the telling or not. I have described this to others that Anastasia constantly seeks to explain her world.
So, apparently, do I. Of course in my more experienced eyes, my explanations are *correct*. Naturally. Anastasia's are often riddled with flaws in logic and factual inconsistencies. She'll learn.
But meanwhile, the Big Thought that I had about this was that by looking at my child and thinking about her behavior, I'm coming to conclusions about myself. Holy cow.