While reading my post “Instan”, my husband said he loves how our son takes correction of his speech: readily, without a fight, without feeling, rather matter-of-factly.
Yesterday I asked him if he still wants to be a scientist.
“Yes, I want to be a Ki-miss”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“What do they do?”
“It is a scientist who works with kimicals”
“Oh yes. Chemist.”
I don’t always take correction with an “Oh yes.”
Fortunately, my son and daughters, my husband, my siblings and certainly God are willing to let me know when I mispronounce things.
“Mom, You are scaring me.”
“Oh yes. Patience.”
“Babe, that hurt.”
“Oh yes. Respect.”
“Ali, I think you are giving up.”
“Oh yes. Perseverance.”
“Alison, you are withholding.”
“Oh yes. Forgiveness.”
That is the way I want to be, the way I choose to be, the way I will be.
And one day someone, perhaps you, will say, “You know, Alison really shifts quickly; I love that about her.”