This is just too good – one morning, our daughter decided to give everyone’s mind a name.
😂🤣
How this came about, I don’t know, but it was hilarious when it did.
I absolutely love that she called her own “Jobert” – it’s such a pedantic-sounding, jobsworth kind of idiot to have living in your head.
Mum didn’t fare so well – Rho chose “Flizz-bobatt” on her behalf, and I can’t say it’s really stuck.
Then came me.
“Dad, what do you call yours?”
“Giles.”
“But you are Giles!”
“No I’m not… That’s just a… I’m actually… Oh good lord it’s all too complicated for this time of the morning – I’ve not even had coffee yet! 🥴 OK, here you go – when I write about mind-stuff, I refer to it as the G.E.C. 📦 or the “Giles Ego Construct.” Is that any good?
…and this is what she produced: “The great egotistical construct of camomile stew.”
Ha ha ha ha ha!! 😂
Anyway…
The good news is, this is already bearing fruit, because it’s starting to get her detached from her thinking – to stop identifying it as actually being her.
🙌🏻
All three of us have, on occasion, suggested that Jobert’s being particularly judgmental, or demanding, or pernickety… and it’s really put a different spin on things for her.
It must be said though, that currently she’s not great pals with Jobert—“I HATE Jobert!!!” has been heard bouncing off the walls on more than one occasion—so little by little I’ll be encouraging a more benign relationship, where Jobert is seen for the well-meaning, innocently over-protective dufus that he is.
Something to be understood and treated with empathy. (Because you can’t get started too early on ‘self’-compassion, can you?)
Of the three Croft family mind names, only “Jobert” has really stood the test of time, and is proving to be a useful metaphor, going forward.
I’m not sure I’ve really taken on board this “G.E.C. camomile-stew” name she’s given my mind.
At all!
Thankfully, this is not the first time she’s assigned me a new name.
Years ago, for reasons known only to her (that she found very funny indeed), she proudly produced the following for me, which I think is a far more suitable moniker for that noisy simpleton in my head:
With love as always…
💟
Giles (aka “Jeff the toilet”)
p.s. Have you named yours? If so, what do you call it? (Let us know in the comments, below.) And more importantly, are you NICE to it???