The other day, we pulled into the driveway, got out of the car, and I asked Noah if he wanted to come check the mail with me. He eagerly said he did, so we made the trek across the driveway, over to the mailbox. I opened the box and reached for the mail, and at the same time heard a tiny grunt. I looked over and was surprised to see Noah looking frustrated and defeated. “What’s the matter?” I asked him.
There’s no doubt that my brain quite naturally gravitates toward this pattern. My whole life I’ve struggled to force myself to pay much closer attention to those around me and to what they are saying. Heaven knows that I’ve ticked off girlfriends and wives far too many times. The excuse, “that’s just the way my brain works,” doesn’t seem to cut it.
Nobody likes repeating themselves, including four-year olds. I feel like I’m a damn good dad most of the time, but this is definitely something I’ve gotta work on. I think Noah has a right to be frustrated.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
PS. I’d love to hear your thoughts? Anybody else struggle with this? Anybody else find that they have a hard time keeping tuned into whatever’s going on in the moment?