Those Voices in Our Heads

Those Voices in Our Heads

The title of this post is not about some pathology. No. The title is me working toward asking everyone a question: Who thinks about you each morning?

I hope it’s someone you love. I hope it’s a dear close friend–as opposed to a fellow worker who is just eager to talk to you so some duties can be passed along or a crabby neighbor who keeps bugging you to trim that tree.

So who thinks about you each morning fondly or with love?

The question can also be turned around: when you open your eyes, who do you think about?


On opening my eyes, I think about our three children. I picture my older daughter already at work–she is three hours ahead of us and that’s a bunch of time. I think of my son in Chicago who is also at work. And finally, I know my other daughter is busy getting our three grandchildren ready for school.

Such mother-oriented thoughts might apply to you too–but on a different level. Maybe your first thought of a morning is: I forgot to sign that report card or make the lunches.

I get that.


The above statement is kind of a joke, but it’s also true. Here is the crux or guts of my post today–and it does connect with who thinks about you each morning. 

In human interaction (which starts when we are born, proceeds through childhood etc) no one sits us down and says, SO, ABOUT LIFE and LIVING, this is how it’s done. (You might argue that yes, your parents sat you down about sex, or being safe or something. I get that.)

But what I’m referring to is the fast-paced challenge of daily living. You can look at this from different points of view: when you were or are raising your children OR when your parents were raising you.

A lot went by without a sign that read: hey, this is important, watch what I do–this is how to live. Or: listen up, this is important, watch what I say and how I say it.

No, what each of us learned was ON THE FLY, in the moment, hectic and busy, sometimes with a hint of anger or frustration. And the end result? We grew up and created our own persona either taking in and agreeing with THOSE VOICES IN OUR HEADS or making a point of disregarding them.

And I get that. I get that sometimes what we are exposed to as children needs heavy editing. That’s how we rearrange things and hopefully what our children now hear doesn’t need that kind of editing.


So back to those voices in your head–in my head.

First, regardless of how busy their lives are, I hope and I think I know that our children DO think about me, about my husband every day–or almost every day. Maybe that thought is not the first thing–but later, late afternoon when our son calls on his drive home or one daughter sends an email and the other calls or there is a text. HUMAN CONNECTION. THOSE VOICES IN OUR HEADS.

Even in our current culture, the world of cell phones, I can hear my children’s voices, see their smiles. Distance doesn’t have to be distance. It can be an opportunity to picture them, think about them, answer that initial question: Who thinks about you each morning?  I DO! I think about you. And if the lives of my children are any bit like my life–they hear my voice now and again. It’s in their heads. Hopefully, the message is loving and positive. Or I presented an argument or an answer to a problem that they are now considering. My husband is a great counselor. I’m sure they ponder his ideas.


As a final thought, each night I remember my parents, especially my mother who raised me and my two brothers alone, because of my father’s too-early death. If there is any voice in my head that has guided me or whose movements, choices, facial expressions created that BOOK OF INSTRUCTIONS, it was my mother.

I still patten much of what she said about living, how she treated other people, her ideas on parenting and being a good friend, a loving spouse. She was awesome. Trailing behind her during those early years of my life helped form me. Of course I wasn’t aware at the time as to how lucky I was.

Thanks for reading.  Tomorrow when I wake up, I’lll think of my family–and my readers. And for sure, I hope there are a lot of you!

PS. There has been much research about parental voices affecting the raising of children, I’m Okay You’re Okay being a major one. But I just wanted to touch on the basics–keep it simple. If there is a book or an experience that provided a turning point in your life, I would be eager to hear about it.

Thanks to Charles Schultz, Peanuts and Pinterest.






8 thoughts on “Those Voices in Our Heads

  1. Hi Beth! This is truly an important question that each of us would do well to answer as best we can. I am fortunate that my beloved husband is the first one that pops into my head the moment I wake up…and I certainly think I am in his thoughts as well. You are very fortunate that you have your family as well. Who and what we think about first thing in the morning is a good indicator of what is most important to us right? Thank you for the reminder to be grateful for something that influences my every day. ~Kathy

    • Thanks for reading, Kathy. I’m not surprised that Thom is in your thoughts. You two have a wonderful bond–so important to all your future days. Beth

  2. First thing in the morning, I think about my wife……who generally sleeps on as I sneak quietly our of bed and prepare for my daily jog. But she is in my thoughts, as I say a little prayer for her and for me. As I walk over to Loyola where I jog, I generally talk to the Lord in a few sentences and ask Him to look out for our families, especially my sister and brother, and thank Him for health and being where I am in my life. At that point the music comes on through my iphone and I am off to wake up my body, my mind and my soul with a 4 mile run!!!!!!! But these thoughts stay with me most of the day, and tend to make my life a lot richer….having these voices in my head.

  3. What a thoughtful think-piece. It reminds me–or is akin to–the idea of expressing gratitude for specific things at the beginning or end of the day. Ilike this idea of taking a minute or two to remember those we hold nearest and dearest as well as people we may be worried about or joyful about their accomplishment or their just being a friend.

  4. Another thought-provoking piece, Beth, and lovely reminder to savor the sweetness that comes from thinking about the ones we love. Until I met my husband, I never fully appreciated how much it means to know I’m the first person someone thinks about, and how fulfilling it is to have him as “the one.” There’s such serenity in knowing there’s someone who cares about where you are at all times.

    • So true, Roxanne, that love is like your own special planet where you both reside. Serenity keeps us healthy, love moves us to do good things. Thanks.

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