Laughter is rippling from the other room. Spring break is over for our college son and the tales have his siblings in stitches with laughter.
Earlier, Wes called. “Hey Mom, what are you doing tonight?” That question with the anticipation tone informed me my evening would be put on hold. I would drop everything to listen to our son’s stories. Wes shared a story for every picture he shared. He is detailed, giving us a play by play of the baseball games, the Arizona sight seeing, and hotel pranks as well.
I have learned to listen. I trained myself to literally drop what I am doing (even closing the slice I am reading) to listen. I gather the stories. It matters.