Today I have been thinking about … listening.
I listen to a whole lot of things I don’t want to hear these days.
The news is probably the worst. I yell at the radio while politicians make shopping list of guns in the same breath as they list thousands they will no longer help.
I love my children, but in all their waking hours, it’s a constant torrent of ‘Mummy? Mummy?’
At church, sometimes the music is truly divine. Other times, not so much.
In the corner shop, I stand silent, shocked at the lack of compassion for people two streets away, two continents away.
Still, I would give you my eyes before I gave you my ears.
Music, spoken word, laughter, true conversation, ideas zinging around a room.
And sometimes, it is just as important to listen to the silence.
Some days I’m not “mummy”, I’m Esmerelda. And sometimes my response is not an answer to the billionth question….it’s ‘this is time for nothing but breaths; soft, silent, glorious breaths – and p’haps, a cuddle’.
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See you are such a nice mummy. I have been known to use the phrase ‘parenting is closed.’
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