This morning, my six-year-old, Holly, was gazing off into the ether while wrapped in a blanket. Then she said, out of the blue, "Daddy, the brain is the most powerful part of the body."
I sort of mumbled
back saying, "Yeah," and then continued with what I was doing, not
really considering what she was talking about.
Then she said, "Actually, Daddy, the brain is probably the most powerful thing in the Universe."
That was when she caught my attention. I stopped and wondered why
she would say something like that out of nowhere. Maybe the things I
talk about were getting into her psyche. Maybe rather than a foundation
of fear, I have subtly given her the tools for success.
her statement came from the very basic edge of where I usually spend my
mental contemplations, I realized that she was on the right track to
becoming a thinker of unlimited ability.
"This is how it all
starts," I mumbled to myself. This is how children grow up understanding
that it is their own thought process that takes them precisely where
they want to go in life. Perhaps...just perhaps, I have not completely
messed up this whole parenting thing after all.