1 comment | published by Linda | March 10, 2010
Proverbs 2:1-5

"My son, if you accept my words and store up my commands within you, turning your ear to wisdom and applying your heart to understanding, and if you call out for insight and cry aloud for understanding, and if  you look for it as for silver and search for it as for hidden treasure, then you will understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God."

Starting from the middle of the story, he talks to me. Being entertained by a memory of something he saw, or what he did, he begins to laugh. Realizing he has left the volume off in the beginning of his story, he fills me in. It usually includes a visual description where I find it necessary to stop what I am doing in order to receive the full multi sensory show that he is portraying for me. 

Sometimes it's a scene from a cartoon, or a part of a song he heard. I assume that once he tells it to me, it may very well be forgotten. The subject might be the simplicity of a moment, yet the subject is not what draws me to him as he speaks. His voice, animation, and desire to share with me will hold me as a captive audience as long as the curtain is open, and the words are spoken. I have been invited into the middle of his thoughts.

There are times we discuss issues of life. Our communication is open. Stopping what I am doing in order to give my full attention is a small price to pay for an open communication line to my son's heart. I soak in these moments when I can watch him delight in his surroundings, and desires for me to enjoy them with him.

Never knowing what might come up, or what questions might be asked, I am ready. He knows he can ask. Being a young man now, I know my time with him by my side is becoming shorter. As he grows, and breaks into more life experiences, I will be here. He will know that I will listen. He will have learned that we can talk.

The conversations will not include the content of cartoons, but I will always rejoice when I see him coming to me. He might already be laughing, and I will know I am being invited to the middle of his thoughts. 
Posted in Play Room    |   Tags: Talk to Me

Rebecca
March 11, 2010
What a blessing when a child talks,,,,,deeply. My two oldest granddaughters do that with me, but there is perhaps more of a sense of freedom with (some) grandparents. It is such a treasure of trust to have anyone open up to us.

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