Children speak, nineteen to dozen, we listen, whatever their space, their day brings, it is always a story.
If you listen carefully, there is in fact a lesson, something they’ve learned.
I used to ask how their day was, they preferred to say it was okay, fine or just normal. I don’t ask now and receive more – a gift, because so much happens in their world. One child is more forthcoming than the other, older usually. Younger is a teeny bit evasive, especially if it concerns her, although she does talk more about the world in general.
Here’s my quote for today. It sums up my approach with my kids. Allowing them to talk, to express, I listen. I watch. I just am. I don’t judge, not them, not their friends, even if every instinct offers up words I really want to use. I wait. silent and solemn.