Never a Wasted Breath...Well, Almost Never
No one told me that this parenting thing would require endless amounts of "reminding." It's not that Zoey wasn't hearing what we were trying to say to her, it's just that she forgets...or gets too caught up...or perhaps hasn't quite analyzed a situation as we'd hope...She listens fine, mostly.
Occasionally we need to sit down and talk...like Mom and Zo did tonight, on the stairs, about the stairs...about that very act of listening. We talk about listening a lot, mostly so that we don't have to scream about it. We mostly choose not to scream around here. We don't want this to be a loud and screaming kind of house. So tonight when Zo wasn't quite remembering the lessons of her very short past, Mom sat down with her on the stairs to talk about it.
No one told us that we'd be doing all that "reminding" and so sometimes it feels like it's incessant, but the benefits of all talking is a girl that doesn't need all that much of it by comparison. We're kind of spoiled. Still, sometimes it feels like we're sitting on the stairs a lot. We're not.