I swear no one listens to me. I think my voice just carries off into the abyss. The kids look at me with those blank eyes and just nod- or they run right by and make eye contact for a second. Enough to give the illusion that they may be listening, but I know they are not hearing anything I’m really saying.
How often do I not pay attention either? Maybe when I’m checking my email, or in the middle of a book, and I look up to give my fake smile and nod politely. It’s so easy to miss the simple things by not listening. What seems mundane and boring to us is important and sometimes urgent to our kids. How much of their lives do I miss because I’m not paying attention?
Today I choose to shut down the computer, close the book and really listen with all my senses. It’s quiet and I can hear the birds in their morning songs. I can smell the lilac at it’s almost peak bloom. It’s a beautiful morning on vacation in Minnesota. When the kids wake up I will hear all their lively and giggly stories of visiting with their cousins this week and the stories that were told before falling asleep. Then I will join in on the adventure that awaits our day. I don’t want to miss a thing.
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