His parents named him Thought.
It was an odd name. One that he struggled with all through school. He was teased by the other kids and even the teachers looked at him funny. Many times he had gone to his parents in anger and despair, asking “Why? Why did you name me Thought?” They would only smile and say, “Son, you are smart and funny. Wait until you have children of your own and you will understand.” …
He loved his parents. They were good to him. As he grew into a man, Thought forgot to worry about his name. He became strong and confident and successful. He never asked his parents again why he was named Thought. When they passed away, he never regretted not knowing. He found love, married and children soon followed. As he held his first son in his arms, he smiled. His mind opened to the humor and the memory of his parents. He kissed his son on the forehead and said, “I name you Line… because you are mine.”…..
And so it began again.
Day two of “Face Lines… and Story Lines”….
Words and images by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014