Sunday, January 31, 2010
Arguing with my child the other night she sighed her "I just want to hurt someone, and it's gonna be you!" sigh and exclaimed "Can't you please just look at it from my point of view!"
I could. I owed her that. So I tried. And five minutes later she still was upset at me because I wouldn't let the chickens sleep the night in her dollhouse because, as she pointed out, the lightning was very scary that night.
Really, it didn't hurt me to look at her situation from her position on the bed where we sat for a minute as she explained about Antoinette's broke wing, and Goldie's reoccurring nightmares about dogs, lawn mowers & some neighbor boy with big teeth.
It didn't kill me at all. And she feels better about a dad who would at least try to see it from her perspective.
Sometimes we learn a lot by seeing things as others see them. Sometimes not so much. I really didn't learn much from listening to her concerns that night, but I appreciate her more for the tender-hearted soul she is. And frankly, I never would have thought to concern myself with "chickens dreams" on a cloudy night. (sounds like the Mamas & The Papas)
If walking for a mile in the other dudes moccasin's isn't your style, try stilts. Or, try just listening without pushing your own agenda.