Mistaken identity?

 

I don’t waste time wondering how I’m perceived by others. It’s pointless. If I please myself that’s a giant step beyond the way I spent most of my old life.

But yesterday I received a video that called my hard won self-confidence into question. In that revealing clip, my almost-two-year-old granddaughter sat on the kitchen counter beside a round box of Quaker oatmeal. You know the one…

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She observed the picture on the top, turned it to look at the larger image on the side, then with absolute conviction pointed at the face and said, “Granny Sherry. Granny Sherry.”

Her dad was standing beside her and asked, “You think that looks like Granny Sherry?”

Her response was immediate and resolute. “Ya, Granny Sherry.” She stabbed the image several times with her pointer finger and repeated, “Granny Sherry.”

My sensitive and astute son-in-law took a halfhearted shot  at correcting her. “Oooh, Granny Sherry isn’t going to like that, though. That’s not Granny Sherry.” But did that stop him from sending the video? No indeed!

Okay, she’s a toddler quickly approaching her second birthday. Other than my recent visit, our only contact is through Skype several times a week. So let’s just take a minute here. My hair is reddish. The Quaker Oats man has white hair. He wears a black hat. I never, ever wear hats. Then there’s the male/female thing…?

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After mopping tears of laughter off my Quaker-Oats-man face, I mulled over this latest revelation and have only succeeded in becoming more confused. Hadley’s a bright little button. I’ve watched her naming things in her picture books. Other than elephant being effunt, or kinggoo instead of kangaroo, she doesn’t miss a beat. If she’s unfamiliar with something it’s Whasat? or Whosis? There was no such question when she saw the oatmeal box. That face was Granny Sherry, period, end of conversation, no questions asked.

I thought at sixty-eight I’d nailed it. This is who I am. This is what I’m about. This is my purpose and my path. That fifty-two second clip shattered my self-confidence. Something about an 1800’s gentleman in a somber hat on the oatmeal box, convinced Hadley it was her Granny Sherry and I am baffled. Truly mystified.

After attempting to come up with answers to the befuddling questions circling in my head, I’ve decided I really have no idea how others see me, or how anyone sees anything for that matter. I view the world through layers of experience and understanding unique to me. That’s true for all humans. No two people will interpret an idea or object in exactly the same way.

But I can’t deny my ego has taken a severe hit. The Quaker Oats man, Hadley? Really?

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8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Kate
    Jun 23, 2018 @ 23:17:29

    You both have fantastic eyebrows… and truly, you have nailed it, Grandma Sherry!

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  2. Nanci Froemming
    Jun 24, 2018 @ 02:45:17

    Must be the smile! You both have warm, welcoming smiles!

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  3. shanemac
    Jun 24, 2018 @ 11:00:57

    Nope. Can’t see it at all.

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    • writingforselfdiscovery
      Jun 24, 2018 @ 16:17:01

      We pretty much see what we want to see – as adults that is. But I think often children see what is only visible to them – fairies, elves, monsters under the bed, and grannies who look like the Quaker Oats man. 🙂

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  4. gracecreates8
    Jun 30, 2018 @ 20:36:16

    Wow! only your granddaughter knows where that came from! There’s obviously NO resemblance you to the Quaker man on the box! ??? and……. just by looking again got something here that MAY shed some light! Both of you have Such Cheerful faces! Maybe she equates a smiley happy feeling face with you? nothing about the look! ? 😀

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    • writingforselfdiscovery
      Jul 01, 2018 @ 07:44:44

      Thanks for helping me try to figure it out! There have been some very kind suggestions and I appreciate all the input. But who really knows what was going on in her mind? I’m just completely thrilled that she thinks of me at all.

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