The problem with always knowing better
When my son was 6, he taught me a lesson in equanimity. My mother, his beloved meme, loved green beans and she would snap off the ends one by one to make a pot. One day, I showed my boy how I did it. I take a whole bunch, a dozen or so, line them up on the cutting board so the ends are in the same place and with one swoop of the knife – cut all ends off. I called my son over – with evident superiority and said “ See, look how mommy does this. He looked and said “So what! Just because you do it that way does not mean you’re better.
Ooops, my mother was just as happy, not being in a rush. Why do we think that “my” system is better because it characterized by “my” preferences?
Daffs on Pink 3D painting by Ken Gidge
