My son and I both learned lessons about listening this week. We both yelled. I wish now that I had not. I want to listen more and speak less. I think there is a Bible verse that says just that. But instead of remembering that with the word "LISTEN" pounding my memory, all I come up with is "Listen my child and you will hear of the midnight ride of Paul Revere." Though I like that story, it isn't the one I want to share right now. But I think that is still a reflection of my point. When we are focused on our own perspective, it is hard to see what others see, to hear what they hear. Listening, truly listening, helps us focus on what is really important. Because when all is said and done, I'd much rather my son remember the cuddle times, the times I spent playing with him, the times we learned together, than the times mommie yelled. I can't take it back. I wish, then, that he wasn't listening to my anger. I'm working on listening.