Seeing isn't necessarily seeing September 25 2016


My son and his cousin were best friends and just two years old. My son was laid back, easy-going and slightly clandestine. His cousin was more vocal and visibly determined. He may have sometimes taken the fall for my son’s orchestrations. 

One day my nephew threw a traditional temper tantrum, possibly provoked by something my son did. My nephew found his mother in the kitchen, threw himself on the floor in front of her, and flailed and cried.

My son watched. 

Later, my son came in the kitchen where I was. He waited for me to turn and look, and then threw himself on the floor, kicking and screaming.

I laughed so hard, I cried. 

It was side-splitting because that was not his personality; he lacked conviction and passion. Then too, he didn’t realize that he was supposed to demand something. I was supposed to say no. And then he was supposed to put on his little show. 

My son then stood up, shrugged as if to say “I don’t understand what he gets out of that” and walked away. 

When things are observed only through our own lens, we may be missing the most important piece to truly “get” what is going on.

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