Do you know who’s listening to the stories you tell yourself?
Big life lessons sure come from the strangest places sometimes.
For the past couple of weeks I’ve been reading my son a chapter from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory each night. Last night, wondering if he was actually taking any of the the story in, I thought I’d test him.
“So,” I said casually, “what bit are we up to?”
“Um, not sure.”
“Well, are they are in the chocolate factory yet? And what’s the name of the guy who owns the chocolate factory?”
After thinking for a sec, he replied, with an exaggerated sigh, “Mummy, I’m not a ‘figuring things out kind of guy’ you know. I’m an artist. And a builder.”
I was momentarily stunned into silence. Who on earth told him he wasn’t a ‘figuring out kind of guy’?
Just as I was about to launch into a big “mate, who told you that? Don’t listen to people who want to tell you what you are and aren’t” lecture, it hit me.
He was the one who had told himself that.
In direct mimicry of me.