I was at my parents’ house along with my brother, sister, her husband and their twins, my nieces. We were gathered to celebrate both my brother’s and dad’s birthdays, which are just a week apart.
We enjoyed a lovely lunch courtesy of my mum, who is an extraordinary cook, but as afternoon turned to early evening, Faye and Rosa, my five year old nieces started to feel renewed hunger pangs.
My mum asked them, “What would you like for tea then girls? Would you like beans on toast?”
I hope I never lose the image of what happened next. Faye, looking up at mum, replied in the softest, most polite, yet exceptionally clear voice, “Erm, no thank you. I’d like a dippy egg.”
I sat quietly watching, but inside I was grinning a very big grin. There was such clarity in her ‘no thank you’. Such neutrality. Such lack of any thinking whatsoever that she ought to say yes because beans were what were on offer or that she might upset my mum if she said no, or that it might be impolite to clearly state what she would actually like.
Oh, to be five, to be free, to say, “No thank you. I’d like a dippy egg.”
May the dippy egg mantra offer you support and encouragement whenever you need to practice clearly stating your heart’s truth.
Love and courage,