YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME!!!!”
The scream echoes through the house. As does the slam of the bedroom door.
Have you been there?
It’s an all too familiar family scene. It’s after dinner, homework isn’t even close to being done, and a mild reminder about finishing up a book report has turned into WWIII.
My husband and I look at each other. I have steam coming out of my ears. He looks as if he’s witnessed a car crash.
“I just wish he’d listen to me!” I fume as we straighten the pictures on the walls sent rocking by the shockwaves.
Meanwhile my son sulks in his room. “I just wish you guys would listen to me!” he vents.
But I AM listening!
Then again, am I really?
While I was in grad school where I was getting my Master’s degree in organization development, I learned that not all listening is created equal.
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