Strangely Similar

I picked up my mom at the airport this morning. It was so wonderful to see her again. She lives far away. So, I don’t see her as much any more. Conversation came quick and easy. I was practically bursting at the seams with everything I wanted to share!

She listened attentively and gave input when I took a breath. Her arrival was perfect. I needed my mom here to carry out all her motherly instincts. As she gave her reasonable answers to my steady complaining, I noticed something familiar. Her calm resolve was reminding me of something.

My mom would ask me questions regarding my own questions. How is this oddly familiar? Not only did she ask questions, she expected me to think about it and respond with a sound process of logic.

As I turned off the turnpike in Chickasha, I thought about going to school the next day. Then I realized what was so strangely similar about my conversation with my mom. It reminded me of being in college. Her relaxed knowingness was oddly like being in class.

When we have in class essays, we are expected to give a reflective outlook of the subject matter. They want to see that we comprehend the information. They don’t want us to regurgitate the facts. How unappealing!

Today, I learned that education is everywhere. I learned my mom requires me to think about my issues and formulate a solid conclusion. My professors expect me to acquire and iron out the details of their expertise in a scholarly way.

I can’t just expect answers to always be available to my questions. I have to take what I know and construct an intelligent solution.