
I was about 12, and we had just come from the grocery store. I was helping Mom put the groceries away, transferring the eggs from the carton to the container in the refrigerator door.
I took one egg and held it in my hand, looked at Mom, and said, "I've always wondered what it would feel like to squish an egg in your hand."
(Odd, I know, but I had an active twelve-year-old's imagination...)
Mom looked at me and grinned. Then she said, "Go ahead."
I looked from the egg to her, surprised. "What?"
"You've always wondered? Go ahead."
That was all the prompting I needed. I proceeded to squish the egg, feeling the shell crack in my hand. The slithery contents dripped through my fingers, puddling around my bare feet.
My mom was there in a second with a rag, cleaning my feet. "Mom!" I said. "I can't believe you let me do that."
She shrugged and smiled.
I remember that every time I get an egg from the refrigerator. The day my mom said, "Go ahead." It was a small thing, but it affirmed me. It said, "Curiosity is good. Check things out. Sometimes you've just gotta know."
She let me mess up my bare feet and the kitchen floor, without batting an eyelash. It was great.
What can you say "Go ahead" to, today?
