Can you picture a little freckle-nosed, hair-flipped, junior higher carrying a hard-back binder up against her chest? It was red and black plaid. I loved that thing. Taped onto the inside cover was a special little reminder from my mother. In recent years I have searched in vain for this poem online. My memory only held the first line and I figured that it would remain a vague memory. I began to think that I had imagined it.
But today as I cleaned out another box from the garage shelves, I discovered a treasure box of keepsakes I had put away forever ago. I read letters from old friends, stroked the silky hair of troll dolls and surprise, surprise, found the little "Thoughts" poem that had been taped into my jr high binder! I didn't just imagine it!
Here it is on a plaid background so you can read the smile -reminder for yourself. Now that I had the rest of the poem I was able to do a bit of research and it was published in a small newspaper in Idaho in 1965 and an Iowa newspaper in 1967. No author names are recorded.
We are all products of our childhoods. We carry with us the good, the bad and the ugly. Thankfully "the good" comes along with those other two. I have always known that we are not created to be submissive to our moods. That we have an active choice in our attitude. (Thanks Mom!)
Taking our thoughts captive and "Being the Boss of Our Brain" have been recurring themes here at RCL.The roots have been discovered. Did I think that I had discovered this truth on my own?
Connecting the dots today as this 58 year old smiles back at the little freckle-nosed 7th grader.
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