The prompt for this week is…
If I had a penny for every time I said, “Are you listening?” to my son, I would be a rich woman. So many times it seems like my words are just not getting into those little two ears. Most days I feel like I’m just a broken tape recorder and if I have to tell CC to sit down properly and eat his dinner one more time, I’m going to snap.
Then when I least expect it, the owner of those same two little ears will fling my words back at me. Words that I thought he didn’t hear or words not meant for him to hear. Sometimes it’s comical, sometimes it makes me want to cringe. To hear harsh words come out of that little mouth and realize that they were learned from me. I thought he wasn’t listening, but the reality is, he’s listening all the time. I’m not the tape recorder, he is…and not just audio either. He’s a little video camera following me around all the time and there’s no standby button for those two little ears and eyes. I push the right button in him and get a playback of all my own angry words and gestures and tones. Maybe I’m the one who needs to start listening.