You know how it goes: you’re just settling down for a nice cup of coffee with a friend, and the conversation is deep and heartfelt and importa–“Mommy? Mommy? Mommy!”
By the time you’ve dealt with the Polly Pocket that fell in the potty, or the hairball that the cat left on the bathmat, your coffee is cold, and you and your friend can’t remember what on earth you were talking about.
I’m pleased to say that this stuff doesn’t happen to me anymore. Yes, I still have children, and I still have the occasional coffee-laced conversation with a friend. But we’ve changed the rules on interrupting.
When our kids were younger, it seemed that no matter how much my husband and I admonished the girls not to interrupt, the problem never went away, or even got better. Then, one night, we were at some friends’ house for supper. After the kids had eaten and were off playing, the adults sat back in our seats at the table and settled into some good, hearty conversation. And then our friends’ little three-year-old girl walked in.
I could see it in her eyes: she had something to say. I frantically tried to memorize what we were all saying, so that we could get back to it after she’d finished her spiel. But there was no need. She walked silently up to the table and placed her cherubic fingers on her mother’s forearm. Her mother happened to be the one that was speaking at that moment, and she didn’t miss a beat. She placed her own hand over her daughter’s (she never even turned to look at her) and left it there while she finished asking me a question. Still, the little girl was silent. Her mother smiled at me, waiting for my response. I stammered my answer, looking back and forth between their faces. As soon as I was finished, my friend said, “Excuse me,” turned to her daughter, and said, “Yes?” Her daughter spoke, the situation was dealt with, and we continued with our conversation. To me, the whole exchange was nothing short of miraculous.
Now that we have been employing this little gem for the past three or four years, I will admit that sometimes even the touch of a little hand can be a bit irritating. But all I have to do is go back in my memory to “Mommy? Mommy? Mommy!” and I’m satisfied.
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