A Freudian slip is when you say one thing but mean a mother.
Sometimes we can't believe what we just said. We ask ourselves, "How could I have said something so stupid?" We are surprised and sometimes embarrassed and sometimes pleased. "I didn't know I knew that" we might say to ourselves.
Listening to what we say is a form of mindfulness. We get into the witness part of ourselves, and observe our own functioning. It is best if we can be nonjudgmental and just observe.
"The past." This is my quick reply to the social worker who's come to ask where I might like to live. I ask where she might like to live. She says we're here to talk about me. I had suspicions that might be the case.
"Nineteen forty-six," I say, "would be my first choice." Back before I can remember. And, once there, I would spend my days peppering my family with questions, asking, "Must it come to pass the way it does? Is there nothing we can do?" I want to be like a cub reporter with a tight skirt and a lined tablet and write everything in pencil so that we could erase things, change the facts if anybody came up with some notion as to how we might make the whole thing go some other way,
Linda McCullough Moore, "On My Way Now", The Sun, April, 2014, p.14