I've been told several times that I should be a teacher. We (my SO's brother and I) figured out why, the last time he was here to visit. I often explain things in metaphors. Similes. Hyperboles. Saying anything sideways, and not exactly, is the way I prefer to "teach". Relatability. That's my big objective. But I do choose my words with painful care, much of the time. In fact, I'm so obsessed with being understood and clear whilst communicating, it's probably the real reason why I end up getting my point across----sheer persistence.
I am somewhat embarrassed to admit that I spend a good deal of my time in the shower, thinking about how I might explain difficult concepts/ ethics/ morals/ life-lessons to my future children. I suppose I should be more embarrassed that I actually find the activity fun, like mental gymnastics. But I figure that if I can explain something difficult to a five-year-old, I can certainly make an adult understand.