Early this morning, my roommate and I took a beautiful walk to the Starbucks in downtown Los Gatos up in NorCal where a group of our fellow South Horton staff were visiting C.J.
As we waited in line to order, Meghan pointed out a little boy standing with his dad at the register. The dad was ordering but his son was trying to tell him something and was clearly getting frustrated that it was so difficult. As they walked away from the counter, the boy, finally at the end of his rope, says to his dad with a mixture of frustration and maybe insecurity, "I'm standing right here and you're not even listening to me!"
It was one of those moments that you laugh at because most things that come out of little kids are funny and I think I even made a comment to Meghan that adults can't help not always hearing kids because their voices are so little.
However, later this evening, that moment came back to me. I was getting frustrated with someone I am close with who tends to miss the things I say or doesn't always take the time to lend an ear to the rather random things I beg of them to listen to... and I'm not saying I'm always in the right. I do have a tendency to drop whatever I'm doing when something interesting comes along and I have a passion for sharing with others, which can get overwhelming at times.
But in that moment, the little boy's helpless and frustrated moment came back to me and all I wanted to say was,
"I'm right here and you're not even listening to me."
