My daughters used to think I could read their minds.
Seriously. They had a strategy for preventing me from getting in – they’d
picture a cloud of white light around their heads and try really hard not to
have any thoughts at all. They
especially did this on the way to school each morning. Apparently this was the one
time during the day they felt most vulnerable.
While I can’t claim to have actually read their minds, it was uncanny how the transfer of
information would occur. Suddenly an idea would literally pop into my head.
Giving voice to what I saw was always met with outraged cries of “Mom! Not
again! Stop doing that! “ Eyes wide with terror and arms crossed protectively
across their chests, my daughters would look at me accusingly. I could never
explain how I’d come to know these things.
So much has been written about mother’s intuition, that
mysterious tapping in to your child’s world with a perception that is way beyond normal. How many times have I felt that unexplained urge to check in? Or,
seeing my child entering a room, known exactly what she is thinking? Is it
possible that sharing one body during pregnancy has enabled a direct line of communication
between us all?
You really have to wonder.
The whole phenomenon is not unlike the childhood “phones” my sister and
I used to construct; the ones with Dixie cup handsets and a rope cable stretched
taut in between. Whether or not we
actually heard anything is debatable,
but what is certain is that we were able to conduct entire conversations on the device.
I like to think that mother’s intuition is like that. The
child converts her unspoken thoughts into signals and they’re transmitted via
the family wire to her mom’s mind.
With age, my daughters have come to deploy the cloud less often as, sadly, carpool days have come to a close. However, my mind-reading ability (call it
mother’s intuition) continues to flourish, linking me to my children in ever growing
ways. Sometimes it manifests in a strong urge to call, other times an image will
suddenly materialize in my mind. I don’t hesitate to pick up the line. I know my
daughters are calling. And these days, they’re glad to know I’ve heard what
they’re thinking.
Posted by Carole Funger
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