I used to be able to read books a chapter at a time. Two or three or more, even. For the most engaging novels, I could spend an entire afternoon turning pages, getting up only because my Mom told me to go outside or because I had to eat or stretch my legs.
These days I struggle to focus like that. Do you?
Two articles came across my radar yesterday, confirming what I have thought and feared about my own reading habits since the dawn of the digital and social media era: I have lost a skill that was once at the core of my identity.
Did you know babies are born with an instinct that involves thrusting the tongue forward in order to latch on to a nipple? And did you know that at about 8 months of age, these infants gradually find a better way to swallow, one that retires action at the tip of the tongue in favor of action at the back of the tongue?
I never got that memo.
News to Me
I had no clue I am a tongue thruster. Nobody ever told me. Not my pediatrician, not my dentist, not my first orthodontist when I was a teenager. Even my mom was surprised when I told her recently. Continue reading Learning to Swallow→