We’ve talked before about our family’s little practice of “communication complete.” In a nutshell, one of the four of us can usually recognize when what is being said is NOT what is being heard.
We know by sad experience that this is definitely not a time when ignorance is bliss.
Anyway, we’ve come to really appreciate the extra step to have the intended message make it all the way to the intended recipient.
That’s when we all laugh a little and act like that guy (or girl of course) who is guiding in the airplanes with the great flashing flares and put our hands down in a “communication complete” motion.
Silly, I know, but it has made all the difference.
Especially now that our kids aren’t kids anymore.
And we are still the children of our parents, and they of theirs.
It always will be, no matter how old we all get.
Ahhh. There’s the problem.