Our daughter, Nicole, just got her Master’s degree in Clinical
Therapy. This is perfect for her, as she is a terrific listener and very
insightful.
Even as a young
child, she would try to analyze me. I’d be telling her something and she would
lead me along and say, “Because…?” She was always an old soul, more the grownup.
Meanwhile, I was the little kid at heart, drawing faces on my fingers and then putting
on a puppet show.
I’m sure her
clients are thrilled with her techniques and advice. But I cannot imagine
listening to troubled people all day, without interrupting and telling them how
to solve it.
If someone
comes to me with a problem, I jump in and say, “Grab a pen. Here are 10 things
to try.” Why wallow, right? I’m told this is a male characteristic, to want to
solve a problem without first venting about it. But I like creative ideas, so I’m
already bubbling over with them. And I also like saving time.
I can actually
picture myself opening a booth like Lucy did, in the Peanuts comic strip. Except mine would say, “Five minutes max” on
the sign.
If someone
brings me a concern and I give them advice, I expect them to at least try what
I’ve suggested. If they return a couple of weeks later and they still want to
whine, I mean, share their troubles, I’ve learned what attorneys say, “Asked and
answered.”
And, of course,
I think I have brilliant solutions. The problem is that people like me, with
grown kids, want to jump in and give advice. BUT… word on the street is that
you should wait for these kids to ask before you tell them how to
live. And… as many a parent has
discovered, they don’t ask for your opinion anymore.
So here I sit,
overflowing with fabulous advice, able to share it in the blink of an eye, but
everyone seems to be rolling along independently. Maybe I should charge by the hour.
Wonderful, FREE advice and life skills are available
to one and all, however. Just visit my Youtube Mom channel.