Living with teenagers means I’m often listening to their troubles.
School sucks. Friends act weird. Soccer socks and binders are MIA, again. Drama, stress, confusion, it’s all there.
As they vent, I can’t help wanting to make them believe things will get better. I may tell them I know how they’re feeling, which is met with an expression of doubt. And then I’ll mention how I approached this or that situation when I was their age … and I see their eyes go blank.
I’m thinking now:
Sometimes, we aren’t meant to fix.
Sometimes, we should simply listen.
I may have to bite my tongue for this experiment, but this week, I’m going to focus on listening to my kids instead of throwing out solutions. I’m not going to categorize what they say, or explain how I personally survived. I’ll give them my attention, but nothing more, unless they ask.
I’ll post my thoughts on Twitter. #onlistening
Your turn … Tell me your troubles. Or anything.
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