The last few days my littlest one has been a little off. While I wil always take extra cuddles and snuggles, I could tell there was something she wasn’t sharing … or maybe she wasn’t sure what was off but something was. (I was hoping it wasn’t emotional contagion 😳!)
So, last night I snuggled and started asking her what she was thinking about a new teacher, how she was feeling about the nanny she has known for almost her entire life transitioning to focus on her future, and our conversation started to unravel the unsaid things. While I can’t make everything better (and that sucks as a mom), I could reassure her and remind her she is loved and cared about. She is seen and heard.
It made me think about the many rooms in recent years where I’ve seen silence and could almost see (but not read) the unsaid. While extrovert me has grown to love a calming quiet, the unsaid quiet rarely helps a situation or a problem to be solved.
So, a few years ago I started calling them my “R”s … it started with a few, and the list has grown to seven. Seven “R” words that can be impacting what an individual or group of individuals is processing or considering.
My list of “R”s may keep growing … and they serve as a reminder that while some people prefer a quiet room, I’d prefer people (especially those I can help) share … even when it’s hard, takes courage & might be hard to hear.
⁉️ Who needs to know you are paying attention to them today?
❓Who might you calm with your listening and attention?
⁉️ What might you need to share to go into tomorrow with a bit more clarity?
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