Following is an email story from Wende Carter-Wolf, (right)daughter TJ’s partner. Eli is their very, very precocious son who will be 7 in April. They live in Jacksonville, FL:
Wende: "Sometimes, the drive home from school can get interesting. This was just part of today's conversation:"
Eli: "Nothing lasts forever."
Me: "True. Except for my love for you." [Don't puke at my syrupy language. I'm a Mom. I'm allowed. Plus, I said it with drama.]
Eli: "Not even that."
Me: "Why not?"
Eli: "Because....well...what about when you pass away?"
Me: "You don't think I'll love you anymore when I'm dead?"
Eli: "Well...no."
Me: "So what happens when you die?"
Eli: "You're just dead."
Me: "What is death?"
Eli: "It's when your body stops and your heart stops pumping blood."
Me: "Is there anything else left?"
Eli: "Well, the brain keeps on working."
Me: "No, your brain is dead too, when you die."
Eli: "Well your mind then."
Me: "How is your mind different from your brain?"
Eli: "Your brain contains your mind."
Me: "So what happens to your mind, when your brain dies?"
Eli: "When your brain dies, your mind and its schema gets recycled. It goes into another person and becomes their ability. Then they have the ability to learn what you knew."
After some discussion, it appears that this transfer can happen into a baby or an adult. Then:
Me: "So what is schema?"
Eli: (Laughing incredulously) "You don't know what schema is?"
Me: "No." [Just for the record, I really do. No self-respecting clinical psych drop-out would lack that knowledge.]
Eli: "Schema is everything that you know, and everything that you think you know."
Now, for those of you who didn't drop out of grad school (or, apparently, attend Jacksonville Beach Elementary), the dictionary.com definition is:
Schema
noun
1. an internal representation of the world; an organization of concepts and actions that can be revised by new information about the world
2. a schematic or preliminary plan [syn. outline]
Which one of you is offering to take him for the summer right after he turns 13? I think we're gonna need a break.
Love,
Wende
Wende: "Sometimes, the drive home from school can get interesting. This was just part of today's conversation:"
Eli: "Nothing lasts forever."
Me: "True. Except for my love for you." [Don't puke at my syrupy language. I'm a Mom. I'm allowed. Plus, I said it with drama.]
Eli: "Not even that."
Me: "Why not?"
Eli: "Because....well...what about when you pass away?"
Me: "You don't think I'll love you anymore when I'm dead?"
Eli: "Well...no."
Me: "So what happens when you die?"
Eli: "You're just dead."
Me: "What is death?"
Eli: "It's when your body stops and your heart stops pumping blood."
Me: "Is there anything else left?"
Eli: "Well, the brain keeps on working."
Me: "No, your brain is dead too, when you die."
Eli: "Well your mind then."
Me: "How is your mind different from your brain?"
Eli: "Your brain contains your mind."
Me: "So what happens to your mind, when your brain dies?"
Eli: "When your brain dies, your mind and its schema gets recycled. It goes into another person and becomes their ability. Then they have the ability to learn what you knew."
After some discussion, it appears that this transfer can happen into a baby or an adult. Then:
Me: "So what is schema?"
Eli: (Laughing incredulously) "You don't know what schema is?"
Me: "No." [Just for the record, I really do. No self-respecting clinical psych drop-out would lack that knowledge.]
Eli: "Schema is everything that you know, and everything that you think you know."
Now, for those of you who didn't drop out of grad school (or, apparently, attend Jacksonville Beach Elementary), the dictionary.com definition is:
Schema
noun
1. an internal representation of the world; an organization of concepts and actions that can be revised by new information about the world
2. a schematic or preliminary plan [syn. outline]
Which one of you is offering to take him for the summer right after he turns 13? I think we're gonna need a break.
Love,
Wende
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