Monday, December 27, 2010

Children


In Patti Digh’s book Creative is a Verb, she describes a time when her husband asked a doctor who had worked with children for fifty years what was his biggest lesson learned about kids. The doctor replied quickly:

“Never, never interrupt a child when a child is speaking to you.”*

Lightbulb. (Since turning forty, I have Aha moments often.) From the time my first son was born, my husband and I were in sync in raising children without even talking about values, goals, or what we each believed was right or wrong.

This harmony hit a road bump once my older son hit high school though. All of a sudden, my husband and I had lost our rhythm. Instead of dancing in unison, we were stepping on each other’s feet and getting in each other’s way. We had different opinions of when to get involved and when not to, what to say and when, what was a reasonable gift or purchase for them and what was unreasonable, when to push and when to pull back. As a man and a woman, as a father and a mother, with very different ways of showing emotion and love, of problem solving and communicating, it was certainly likely this disconnect would occur.

One of the first ways it presented was one day when I happened to be home from work early and when my son arrived home, my husband said, “How was your day? Fine?”

My son didn’t say anything for a minute, grabbed a drink from the fridge, responded like a robot, “fine,” and headed upstairs.

At dinner, I began to ask questions that required more than a yes or no answer. As my son’s day’s events began to spill out, Frank raised his hands in frustration and said, “Why didn’t you tell me that? You said nothing happened today.”

Oh my. I saw so clearly, we cannot answer for the young man when we pose a question. If we ask a question, we better be willing to give him a few moments to respond and we’d better be open to the answer even if it floors us and is not at all what we might imagine it would be. We can never hope to have the tough conversations with our children if we’ve never opened the space to talk about the trivial. And they’ll never tell you what really matters to them if you cut them down on the small stuff.

My older son is a deep thinker and in conversation, oftentimes, he has long pauses when you ask him a question as he digs down to choose just what he wants to say and what words he wishes to use. He is by nature a thoughtful and deliberate speaker. I have seen relatives at gatherings shut him down by not being willing to give him that pause, that space. Before they await his answer to their question, they keep talking; they move on. I can tell from his expression that he’s thinking if you don’t really want to know, then why are you wasting my time asking?

I've seen the same thing occur with younger nieces and nephews who might take a few quiet tries to get out what they're trying to say. If we move on too quickly, we will have missed an opportunity to hear them...and I mean "hear" more than simply literally.

As a manager, I’ve learned time and time again that it’s amazing what you’ll learn from people if you just ask a simple question and then give them the room to respond. I witnessed it so many times in the workplace that I knew it by the time my sons arrived.

Never, never interrupt a child when a child is speaking to you.

If we pause and open that space, if we show them what they say matters, what we foster will be the development of a person who can communicate with others, perhaps the most difficult but important skill any person can acquire in a civilized, caring, thoughtful society.


*Source: Digh, Patti. Creative is a Verb. Guilford, Connecticut: skirt! The Globe Pequot Press, 2011. Print. P. 81 www.lifeisaverb.net or www.pattidigh.com

Sunday, December 12, 2010

"Leaves Don't Drop (They Just Let Go)"


Following are the lyrics from the song written and sung by Carrie Newcomer on her CD The Geography of Light



~~~~ This song was given to me by my new friend, Courtney, and is written here in memory of my longtime friend, Frank Montello.










The truth I learned when I was eight
My dad swam the length of Spirit Lake
And it must have been a million miles
This I knew was true

My mother sang while hangin' clothes
The notes weren't perfect, heaven knows
Yeah, but heaven opened anyway
This I knew was true

'Cause leaves don't drop, they just let go
They make a space for seeds to grow
And every season brings a change
A tree is what a seed contains
To die to live is life's refrain

I left her with some groceries
Said "Check the oil and call me please"
And she said "Hey, Ma, I'll be just fine"
This I knew was true

'Cause leaves don't drop, they just let go
And make a space for seeds to grow
And every season brings a change
A tree is what a seed contains
To die to live is life's refrain

I traveled through my history
From certainty to mystery
God speaks in rhyme and paradox
This I know is true

And finally when my life is through
I'm what I am, not what I do
'Cause it comes down to you and your next breath
This I know is true

'Cause leaves don't drop, they just let go
And make a space for seeds to grow
And every season brings a change
A tree is what a seed contains
To die to live is life's refrain


The words stand alone as pure poetry but to hear them in Carrie's alto voice is expansive and divine. The song is available on iTunes.

Source: Geography of Light 2008 Rounder Records, Song written by Carrie Newcomer © Carrie Newcomer Music BMI Bug Publishing & Michael Mains BMI

Photo: Basilica of Our Lady of Perpetual Help, Boston