Saturday, November 10, 2007
Sunday Scribblings: Left & Right
I can’t possibly pass this one up, not when I’ve got a lefty five-year-old son who is the manifestation of the word’s origin.
Those of you unaware of the bad connotations should consider this, from Wikipedia:
“The English word "sinister" comes from the Latin word "sinister,-tra,-trum", which originally meant "left" but took on meanings of "evil" or "unlucky" by the Classical Latin era.”
And my lovely youngest is pure evil. “How could you say that about your own child? You should not be allowed to have children!” Yeah, yeah, I get that all the time, and not just about demon spawn.
The lad won his nickname “Lukifer” while standing in line for communion at our church. It just came to my mind – divine intervention, perhaps – and I blurted it out. Many a look once given by the God-fearing, loving people with whom I attend church.
The boy can take it, though, and he can give it back in spades. The left is the only side he likes. I must put his left shoe on first. I must acknowledge, nearly every day, that the left is the good side, that the right is the bad one. He chooses left again and again because, as he says near constantly, “the left is my favorite.”
Clearly, he can never be a Republican. [Woo-hoo! We’ve one won for the home team.] Speaking of the home team, if the T-ball coach sent him to play right field this past season, his first of any team sports, he begrudgingly went, but he made it clear he wasn’t happy about it. If I try to write a word for him so he can write it in one of his stories, I have to be to his left as I do it. He prefers his sister sit on his right and his brother on his left because he adores his older brother. (His older sister? Not so much.)
To all of you left-handed people out there who want to come to the defense of a fellow lefty, I say this: I’m right.
[Check out other Sunday Scribblings offerings here.]
[If I post my Sunday offering early because I’m going to see her tonight (with the aforementioned disliked sister and her BFF), does it count as a Sunday contribution or do I have to babble tomorrow, too? Those of you doing NaBloPoMo know why I’m asking, right?)
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