About 45 varieties of goggles stared at me from the sporting goods display. Truly. How can there possibly be so many choices? A voice in me said, “get the purple ones.” It was that voice of the little one who doesn’t care about price or function or special features. She just likes purple and she knows it.
Another voice in me, much more rational and adult, of course, responds by insisting that we look at all the choices. There must be a best fit, a best material, a best deal. Right? So, I open boxes, try them on, read the labels trying to discern the qualities and features that suit my novice swimming needs. Pair after pair, weighing the options, over and again, 45 minutes later I try out the purple ones. They fit. They will resist fog. They are a fair price. Now they are mine.
How did she know? That little one that so keenly recognizes what she likes. Doesn’t matter how she knows, but it does matter that I learn to listen to her more readily.
