A Comfortable Voice
Mar 12th, 2010 by Wendy
I ran inside to get out of the pouring rain, having just gotten back from a variety of errands. Noticed the message light blinking on the answering machine so while I unloaded bags and mail I listened to the messages. I’d wandered a bit away when I heard a comfortable voice—my daughter was speaking! I rushed back to hear what she had left, only to realize that it was me. I was hearing my own voice from when I had called home earlier.
It has been years since I first recognized the cadence of my mother’s voice in mine and now I was hearing my rhythms in Megan’s. I like this very much, this connection of sound linking me to my mother and daughter.
Leaving yourself a memo? I am forever smirked at for texting emails to myself. The joke comes when my phone’s autocomplete feature lends it’s own opinion to what I am writing. Case in point: I reminded myself to pick up some lima beans at the store only to find out later that I actually wrote “limb beans”…
Lima beans? Seriously? I think you may have bigger problems than your autocomplete if that’s what you’re shopping for.
OK, guys, so much for my link between mother and daughter…and I guess my feelings about lima beans have been passed to my son.
They weren’t for me, so there.