A few days ago the littles and I were watching some videos about the Presidents. One had a song about who is on this kind or that kind of money. It was maybe a little beneath my two agewise, but it was a catchy tune, so we watched.
And I sort of sang along in the hopes that they would too.
Who’s on the penny? Who’s on the penny?
Who’s on the nickel? Who’s on the nickel?
(Did I mention I was rocking it while my two sat staring back and forth in disbelief between me and the screen?)
Who’s on the dime? Who’s on the dime?
What do you mean–Franklin Delano Roosevelt?
I don’t even think so, people.
I pulled out my trusty friend (my phone) and asked that very question.
Who is on the dime?
And I’m sorry–
My whole life has been a lie, y’all.
How did I ever get that confused?
Who was the first one to tell me that? Or did I just assume and no one ever talked to me about this VERY IMPORTANT FACT, so that on this very day, I totally embarrassed myself in front of my two very impressionable children and had my very world turned topsy turvy, up on its end?
I feel like I should be sarcastically thanking someone, but I can’t figure out who.
I love my children. I love homeschooling them. Most of the time. I love it when I learn new things, like how snails grow their own shells or a quick way to calculate something or the amazing things we have been learning about the Bill of Rights. I love the great things we read and watch and the awesome conversations we have at times.
This I did not enjoy. AT. ALL.
And it’s such a little thing, isn’t it? I mean, I’ve spent more dimes than I would ever care to count or admit, and ALL THIS TIME I thought I was handing over Dwight D. Eisenhower, only I wasn’t, and so my world is a bit off balance right now.
What else have I assumed I KNEW AND WAS TOTALLY CORRECT in my way of thinking about–only wasn’t?
What else am I wrong about–in my thoughts, my understanding, my beliefs?
It’s scary, this thing of assuming what we know or understand is RIGHT.
Which is why, maybe, just maybe we should every now and then take a step back and listen to what others know and understand. We don’t have to take those things on or accept them as true, but who knows what we might learn if we are open to hearing it.
Just a thought. That’s my FDR coin’s worth, anyway.
……still shaking my head…..
Love to all.
1 thought on “A Dime For My Thoughts”
Great suspense. I thought I knew but then I had to dig out a dime and check myself.