With youth's boundless enthusiasm, Barry bounces through our front door ...
Upon spying mad-scientist excitement flashing forth from a pair of dark lashed, hazel eyes, framed by dark wavy hair, cropped tight to his head, my curiosity is aroused, so taking a break from preparing tonight's dinner, which proves to be Steven's birthday favorite—man sized portions of spaghetti and meat sauce—I indulge my anticipation at being thoroughly entertained by lowering the flame under the burners and turning my attention toward whatever my son's inventive mind is cooking up. As Barry senses my spirit sparkling in response to his own, the surge of his smile intensifies mine.
Each day, I look forward to welcoming my tall, strapping son home after another grueling football practice, which somehow energizes every fiber of his male being. Yep! No doubt about it—the female brain and male brain are most certainly not one and the same! Drop a pigskin into my hands and sic a passel of half backs on my trail and watch me pass off that ball and high tail it, fast as a bunny seeking safety anywhere away from that field!
One day in the far distant future, when Barry is enjoying a successful adult life, I'll look back on his creative teen aged years with depth in understanding as to why the vibrancy of his approach to life made my spirit beam. And as 'beaming' had been my reaction to welcoming each of my sons home from school, reflection suggests my good fortune to have hitched a ride on each of my son's high spirited wave lengths three times on most days, week after week.
Retrospectively, this insight has clarified for me: When I love someone, all he or she needs to do to ignite my spirit's sense of pure joy is to walk into the room. So when my trio of teens arrives home, one by one, year in and year out, my spirit emanates delight while my voice offers up simple greetings, such as ...
Hi Barry, how was your day?
Being that Barry is an emoter, much like his mom, he most often replies ...
My day was great! First this happened. Then that! Mom, I was thinking about Big Red and wait till you hear this great idea ...
As considering each of my son's great ideas is a favorite pastime, we sit down at the kitchen table, where I believe most of the world's greatest ideas get tossed back and forth, and while listening to creativity cranking out of Barry's brain, my cheek-splitting grin inspires teen-aged inventiveness to spin straw into gold ...
Mom! I'm going to turn Big Red into a convertible!
With this fanciful declaration dancing between us, my eyes, ears and mind open so wide with surprise as to encourage my son's imagination to gallop forth utterly free of self doubt or parental constraint...
As for me ... I'm practicing a listening skill that offers my son's spirit clearance to spill the contents of his mind, and in this way do I hope to sponge up pieces of the bigger picture, as Barry envisions it, so as to sidestep any misperception that might shoot down his train of thought, prematurely ...
As a result of my listening, attentively, to Barry's unbridled enthusiasm with an open minded attitude, here's what I take in ...
Upon spying mad-scientist excitement flashing forth from a pair of dark lashed, hazel eyes, framed by dark wavy hair, cropped tight to his head, my curiosity is aroused, so taking a break from preparing tonight's dinner, which proves to be Steven's birthday favorite—man sized portions of spaghetti and meat sauce—I indulge my anticipation at being thoroughly entertained by lowering the flame under the burners and turning my attention toward whatever my son's inventive mind is cooking up. As Barry senses my spirit sparkling in response to his own, the surge of his smile intensifies mine.
Each day, I look forward to welcoming my tall, strapping son home after another grueling football practice, which somehow energizes every fiber of his male being. Yep! No doubt about it—the female brain and male brain are most certainly not one and the same! Drop a pigskin into my hands and sic a passel of half backs on my trail and watch me pass off that ball and high tail it, fast as a bunny seeking safety anywhere away from that field!
One day in the far distant future, when Barry is enjoying a successful adult life, I'll look back on his creative teen aged years with depth in understanding as to why the vibrancy of his approach to life made my spirit beam. And as 'beaming' had been my reaction to welcoming each of my sons home from school, reflection suggests my good fortune to have hitched a ride on each of my son's high spirited wave lengths three times on most days, week after week.
Retrospectively, this insight has clarified for me: When I love someone, all he or she needs to do to ignite my spirit's sense of pure joy is to walk into the room. So when my trio of teens arrives home, one by one, year in and year out, my spirit emanates delight while my voice offers up simple greetings, such as ...
Hi Barry, how was your day?
Being that Barry is an emoter, much like his mom, he most often replies ...
My day was great! First this happened. Then that! Mom, I was thinking about Big Red and wait till you hear this great idea ...
As considering each of my son's great ideas is a favorite pastime, we sit down at the kitchen table, where I believe most of the world's greatest ideas get tossed back and forth, and while listening to creativity cranking out of Barry's brain, my cheek-splitting grin inspires teen-aged inventiveness to spin straw into gold ...
Mom! I'm going to turn Big Red into a convertible!
With this fanciful declaration dancing between us, my eyes, ears and mind open so wide with surprise as to encourage my son's imagination to gallop forth utterly free of self doubt or parental constraint...
As for me ... I'm practicing a listening skill that offers my son's spirit clearance to spill the contents of his mind, and in this way do I hope to sponge up pieces of the bigger picture, as Barry envisions it, so as to sidestep any misperception that might shoot down his train of thought, prematurely ...
As a result of my listening, attentively, to Barry's unbridled enthusiasm with an open minded attitude, here's what I take in ...
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