Summer is drawing to a close. At the Buchanan household this means that “spitting season”—a time for fresh, juicy red watermelons—is ending.
On many a summer evenings you can find us in the back yard with our toes lined up with the railroad tie that divides our driveway from our lawn. It’s the official “spit from” mark. Standing in the grass—toes to tie—we take turns seeing who can spit watermelon seeds the farthest. Len will tell you that I usually win because I’m so full of hot air!
When I was in elementary school there was a fellow classmate who stuttered. Our third-grade teacher would oftentimes say, “Spit it out!” in frustration when my friend had difficulty speaking. I found myself in Mr. Fleck’s office—the principal—on more than one occasion for being the “mouthpiece” for my friend. A small price to pay for a big lesson learned in advocacy.
There are other occasions when “Spit it out!” is a phrase used in an effort to get a person who’s merely reluctant to say something, to say it.
When was the last time you were hesitant to spit it out—to say something?
“Whatever you are not changing, you are choosing.”
— Laurie Buchanan