Photo: Alabang Town Center, Ayala Alabang
Crickets in orchestra from outside as I type this. My heavy brow and weary shoulders are signaling for a truce. I need to relax now. If I could but transport myself I would be there...with a scoop of chocolaty ice cream to indulge my frayed senses.
It has been a day dealing with boys....one is 16 the other 18. How frazzling it can be to communicate...to find the right words...to evoke the right expression and to release the right tone in order to be understood. With children I can say about anything and sound natural..and be just natural...Talking to almost grownup kids is a "Survivor" feat in itself. If only I could blog my exact meaning..then they would read and comment.... how simple it would be!
Somehow I have to admit that I need to shift my style. It slips my mind that they are no longer ten years old nor 12...n0r 13....My mind and language capability is stuck in their infant past..Infants they are not.
And so...as I sigh'....I can only say that I said best what I wanted to say...but maybe..just maybe it's about time I said less...and just trust that they will find my future endeavor in listening to have more meaning.
( Now I'm off for my evening walk....Ice cream will settle anything....perhaps a store is open still...)