What's over that hill? I want to go see!

My Mother, Bless her Heart:
She had a wonderful sense of humor, she sort of cursed me with it.
When choosing a name for me before I was born she had Shannon as the #1 name.
Then in the middle of deep thinking she changed it to represent her experience as the oldest child. What being the
eldest meant for her was having to "Share" all her life. So when I entered this world I came as "Sharon"
She pretty much hit the nail on the head there once my siblings began arriving.
Our names mean something to us as a child. At times we love them, sometimes we may want to change the letters
to make it more interesting. Other times we wish so hard it was something else, especially when a song comes out
using a female name and we just love it.

Sherry, Sherry baby
Sherry, Sherry baby

Sherry baby [(sherry baby)] baby [(Sherry baby)]
Sherry can you come out tonight?
Sherry baby [(Sherry baby)]
Sherry can you come out tonight?

I fell in love with that name, kind of like mine, not as dull as mine, fun to say, fun to sing.
Why couldn't she have named me that instead?
We spend moments wondering why our parent/parents chose certain things in our life. Wondering,
itself, is an adventure. It opens your mind to see all the choices that can be made, to see the bigger picture.
Hopefully you learn to then add to that wondering , "Prediction" to think about those choices and
what could happen if you choose that one or this one.
I will bet your Dada has been leading you to use that recipe for decision making. He was a fast learner,
solid listener and spot on observer of learning from mistakes of his brothers. All I had to do was ask him
"If you choose do do that, what will happen then?" He would figure out what was the best choice for him
I did not have to tell him what to do. I'd say, he has done a real good job living his life using that recipe.
So always talk to Dada, because will always LET you speak.
 

Sixteen and so wise already:
I want to share an example that made me so proud.
Home from school one day your Dada came in and said "Mom I have a problem". "Let's figure it out then" I replied.
He told me heard rumors about his girlfriend and another guy and gave me the details. I asked him "did you ask her about it?
He said he did but later he saw her in his car with him, so she lied.
"What do you want to do about it?" "He made a small laugh and said, " I want to beat the crap out of him"
I replied "Let's say you do, what do you think will happen then?"
Dada: "He will then get some of his friends and beat the crap out of me"
Me: "What then if anything?"
Dada: " I will get my friends and we will beat the the crap out of them"
Me: "While you all are beating the crap out of each other, what will she be doing?"
Dada sat there, with this bewildered look on his face then his eyes opened wide and said,
"She most likely will be off with someone else! To hell with her, let her go then!"
He was right, she kept doing the same thing to any boy she dated for several years.
I knew then your Dada would always consider all possible solutions to problem and choose the one right for him.
Now instead of coming to me to think it through, he speaks with your Mom. That is how it should be.
I am very proud of your Dada, you be too.
 

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