The 24/7 Experiment

Sunday night after the kids had been sent to bed, Donny came back down chattering on about something.  I was done with the day, and just said, "Donny".  I looked on as my child's soul had been deflated, and I was to blame.  I told him to come to me and finish telling me his story.  Off he went as happy as could be.

That night I was laying in bed, wondering how many other times that had happened, and I just hadn't seen the look on his sweet little face.  I felt like an awful mother.  I don't want my kids to feel like my "me" time is more important than they are. 

Can I give just 10 more minutes?  That night his story was done in one.  I decided to try a little experiment.  I wanted to go for 24 hours dropping what I was doing to listen to all of my children.  And to explain things, rather than just telling them what to do.

The next morning, which was yesterday, I thought I could do this for one week.  Hence, the 24/7 experiment.  I hope to never again cause a look or a feeling like the one I saw on Sunday night.

I'll let you know how it goes.

Comments

Nichole Vollmer said…
I should do this with you.
January 29, 2013 at 3:00 PM
Kathy said…
I wish you luck...it is a horrible feeling when you get that "look".
January 29, 2013 at 5:04 PM
Aimee said…
such a familiar story...
I look forward to hearing how it goes. I need to be so much better at this too!
January 29, 2013 at 7:16 PM
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