Questions and Quotes

I love questions. Most of the time. I was apparently a very inquisitive child… although those outside of my family thought I was quiet (and I was!), my family and particularly my older sisters accused me of never shutting up. Always asking questions. They laugh at my 4-year-old because he is just like me in that department. Or rather they find it funny and payback for me. πŸ™‚ And I struggle to not quash that inquisitiveness after the 854th question of the day… and usually fail. Though I guess if I’d really failed, he would stop asking questions, right? So… maybe I’m doing all right. The funny thing is, I am just as inquisitive. Well, I usually have different questions since I do have a bit more life experience. πŸ™‚

I think life is all about questioning though. Why are things the way they are? Why do people do what they do? How do all of the parts of this world fit together? If no one ever questioned anything, then nothing would ever change. If it wasn’t for questions… we wouldn’t have scientists. Or psychologists. Or good relationships. A therapist I greatly admire once told me that counseling others is not so much about helping them find solutions to their issues as knowing which questions to ask. (That’s hard to remember when people come dumping problems at your feet expecting you to know the answers… and then don’t like the questions you ask or options you give, but that is a whole other post). I learned during my last job working with families that… as tough as it is sometimes… I’d rather have *my* child asking me questions than demand unwavering obedience from him. That doesn’t mean he always gets his way… but it does mean I try to understand where he is coming from and, on my better days, I make changes in parenting techniques when needed. Asking questions… looking for better ways… even (gasp!) defiance within reason (plus experiencing the consequences) helps children be better prepared to live in the real world — the world where decisions aren’t made for them and they have to learn to make good choices… the world they are going to run someday. They might as well learn how to make good choices (with guidance) now when the stakes aren’t quite so high.

Okay… so back from my soapbox… the key (“to what?” says the editor in my mind… um, I don’t know, it is just important, okay?) is that we can’t stop at just asking questions. We ask questions to find answers. That means either listening to someone’s questions and understanding why they are asking them… or taking action steps to answer your own questions. Hmm… maybe that is why some people don’t ask questions to begin with…. maybe sometimes we just don’t want to know the answers. Or maybe sometimes we just want to complain and not do anything to be a part of the solution.

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I couldn’t let “Q” go by without putting in some of my more recent favorite quotes!

My latest fave (specifically about weight loss/healthy eating, but applicable to much of life) — “It isn’t about perfection, it’s about perserverance”

My all-time favorite Bible verse (see yesterday’s post) — “Don’t be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus” — Philippians 4:6-7

Andrew at age 3 — “I’m finished talking to you so I am going to make you go away now.” (hanging up on my mom…)

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8 responses to this post.

  1. I wrote about the same thing from a different angle! I guess “Q” is a little limited, but Questions may be one of the most important topics possible.

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  2. great post; I love kids who ask, you know they are thinking about their world!

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  3. Great post πŸ™‚ I was a questioner as well – still am. I love finding out what makes people tick – why they make the decisions they do. Love questions – probably why I’m a teacher!

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  4. the questions are the toughies…at least in therapy. i am still looking for the right questions to ask in order to get the tangled mess(me) untangled and able to face life.

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    • I was thinking of the questions to ask as the counselor/therapist and not the person in therapy… but you are right that it goes both ways. I think knowing the questions to ask yourself to figure out how to start working on life are just as important (if not more important!)

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  5. Amy just hands the phone to me and says “done,” forgetting to tie up the conversation and say good bye to whoever it is.

    Unwavering obedience — ouch, you and anonymous over at my blog. Since writing about that, I’m thinking (again) about when it is and is not appropriate to give space / respect to questioning / arguing. And I think it’s partly related to when the questioning / arguing is really being concerned about an issue, and when it is simple dislike / defiance. I don’t mean that simple dislike or defiance should be dismissed without thought — like “just looking for attention” isn’t a non-issue to be dismissed without thought. But that perhaps the best time to discuss why bedtime is at 7:30 is in the morning, and not at 7:45. I think there should be, or at least can be, certain things that should go smoothly without questioning and arguing. If an explanation or discussion would be helpful, fine, but perhaps not at that moment.

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    • Oh, I agree with you there. And I wasn’t criticizing you at all. Definitely agree… our little one has been running around WAY past his bedtime this week. It is not possible to have a discussion with overtired preschoolers anyway, might as well wait until they are rested. πŸ™‚

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  6. I can relate… I was the same way growing up… those who know me best know that I can talk it up! However, the older I get, the more I am learning how to be wise with my words and refrain more than blab… I used to get myself in so much trouble because I talked too much! I agree, Questions are important in life- it helps us to grow, develop and understand life better! My favorite word at three was “why” I used to ask, “Why did God make the sky blue?” scientific kind of stuff. πŸ˜€ Fun read!!!

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