My friend, Debby, has painted a picture of what real listening is like in a way even I can understand. Worth reading!
When William, was a toddler, he distinguished between his two grandfathers, calling one, “Pop”, and the other “Papa Horse”. The first grandfather is still active in William’s life, a kind man, full of integrity, eager to share the things he knows with his grandsons. The second, who also delighted in his rambunctious grandsons (there were no granddaughters at the time), is fading into pleasant memory.
When the little boys were able to sit up and take notice, Jon would carry them out to the barn and plop them, bareback onto Rufus and Frolic. It was high adventure for them all, but it was especially delightful to William, who lived too far away to see us frequently. Those barn interludes eventually caused him to refer to “Papa Horse” in everyday conversation, hoping that his parents would humor his equine yearnings and take to the road. But even before the words were…
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