Babbling Brook

When I was little they had Indian Princesses at the YMCA. Totally politically incorrect, however a great opportunity to learn about a new culture and a bonding experience with my dad. Your tribe got to pick your name, and my dad suggested “babbling brook” for me. Everyone laughed and talked about how perfectly it fit. I was gobsmacked. I considered myself a quiet child who said maybe 10% of what I was thinking out loud. It’s kind of funny how we view ourselves so differently from how others perceive who we are.

Flash forward 30 years, I totally get it. I have also cloned a little version of myself who is currently more of a “rushing river” of noise. She’s currently repeating the word “bubbles” over and over…interspersing it with meows.

Mom, dad….I’m so sorry….

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