Our new house has stairs and that means I’ve been practicing a new and heretofore undeveloped skill—yelling up those stairs to my kids.
My voice lacks the resonant quality needed to get their attention most of the time. After all, I’m competing with earbuds, closed doors, radios, their own conversations, iTunes, and the like. So, they don’t always hear me.
There are other culprits also. Like the distance from the front of the minivan to the back of the minivan and all the ambient noise in said minivan while I’m trying to talk.
Or there’s simply my son’s natural talkativeness. He can’t hear me very well when he’s trying to tell me a story at the same time.
Whatever the culprit, I spend a lot of time as a mom just trying to be heard.
All of this has been nudging my heart a little with a question: What…
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