Listening for the Answer

Listening for the Answer

“Mom, could you play ‘Beautiful Day’?” “No, we’re almost there, so I’ll have to play that song on the way home.” Two seconds later… “Mom, could you play ‘Beautiful Day’?” “Uh… Lone Ranger, I just answered your question. We’re almost at Aunt Mo’s, so I’m going to play the song on the way home.” “Ohhhh, I didn’t hear you!” “What does Mommy say…?” As a chorus, the Think Tank, Songbird, Lone Ranger, and Maven intone, “Listen for the answer!” Yes, my little people, listen for the answer. That scenario is a daily event in our household. It may not be about what music I’m going to play from my iPhone; it could be questions about the lunch menu, if they can play outside, whether or not they can watch television, if I will count while they jump rope… Whatever the case, they generally ask me the question one million times (and yes, just me, and not their dad sitting peacefully in the corner, undisturbed) and just when they tug on my leg for the tenth time or form their lips to pose the question for the one million and first (oneth?) time, I yell, “You asked me; I answered. Now, listen for the answer!” And though the situation is oft repeated, they always gaze at me in shock that their request was answered, that I responded quite appropriately, immediately, and completely. Sometimes my kids do hear me, but they give up hope because it takes me a minute to fulfill the request. For instance, Brown Sugar will ask, “Can I have some water?” She’s too small to reach the...