We Want to Be Heard
The other night, my wife and I came home from long days out and about. We sat down on the couch, faced each other, and talked. The TV wasn’t on. We weren’t folding clothes or paying bills. Just sitting, talking, and listening.
But Emily wasn’t merely listening to me with her ears—the sort of way we might listen to the radio while driving. Her eyes were listening. Her shoulders were listening. She was nodding. She was speaking active encouragement in between some of my sentences—”That’s awesome!” or, “I love that!”
As this was happening, I began to notice something inside of me. The more I could tell she was listening, the more naturally I wanted to speak. Thoughts organically became words. One reflection sprouted into another. Eagerly, I invited her into my inner self.
Don’t you love being listened to?