Small talk…

I’m determined to chat with my kids.  It takes an effort when we’re all pretty high-energy, easily distracted by life and stimulated by our surroundings - but I can’t bear to simply be ’ships passing in the night’ 24/7, which can easily happen in our chaotic culture. I wanna talk.  If I want them to talk, then I have to ask them something pertaining to what they like to talk about.

Mom:  “What is your absolute number one favorite meal?”

Seth: (without batting an eye)  “Garlic mashed potatoes with fresh Brussels sprouts and green beans cooked with a little bacon and New York steak marinated and grilled to perfection, a little red in the middle.”

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Other questions:

  • “What was the highlight of your day?”
  • “What’s your dream job?”
  • “What’s your favorite sport to watch?  Play?”
  • “Tell me about a person you love to hang with.”

Setting….

Where do you get a conversation going?  Sometimes you gotta get them alone, or at least next to you, getting their attention, to get them to talk.  Even when it’s difficult.  Let’s say they’re feeling like ‘hermit-ing” which you are not willing to allow them to do regularly.  Some teens would prefer this habit and some personalities could live in an 8 X 5 foot room, curtains drawn, for a lifetime, I’m convinced!  If their bent is to be alone, then it’s time for an ‘intervention’. 

Mom:  “Jack, come to the kitchen and help me cook dinner.”

Jack:  (grumbling, huffing, puffing, groaning) “Aw, maaa…I wanna read my new book (which he already read 4 times this month).”

Mom:  “Be down here in 60 seconds or I’ll starve ya.”

Jack:  (visibly distraught, long-faced and dragging his feet, he pops into the room).

Mom:  “OK, you chop the tomatoes, tiny please and then grate this block of cheese.  I’ll get your brother to clean the cilantro and crack the eggs.  When that’s done, I’ll tell you what’s next.”

What I find is that while we’re working away in the kitchen, Jack is trapped and he forgets he’s ‘miserable’ and pretty soon, a somewhat tense moment turns into laughter, discussion, dreaming together and forming our godly worldview through all sorts of verbal exchanges.  Some of our happiest and most meaningful moments have been around one of my salsa-making schemes, a smoothie-making moment, pancake prep, or during the pre-barbecue preparations on Friday afternoon.  I love to get my boys in the kitchen: slicing, dicing, chopping, frying, shaking, measuring and creating something really tasty to eat while I get inside their minds and hearts.  Not only will you ‘find’ one another, you’ll cut your work time in at least half by engaging the help of your youngsters.

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Let’s remember to STOP and CONNECT with these precious ones we care so much about.

One Response to “Small talk…”

  1. Dimitri Nosarev Says:

    We had planned a vacation for a long time, for we heard that there was much snow in McCall this winter. Finally we were able to secure a beautiful place and we headed out for 3 nights of snow dream land.
    My three children were ecstatic about this whole deal and as soon as we arrived we started preparing for a ski adventure. We decided to conquer the Ponderosa Park with Classic Nordic Skies!! Well, last year was the first year my boy and two girls ever got on skies, and Pavel was the only one who could keep up with me. So as we reached our first summit, I could see that my wife Liliya and the girls are still way behind, but my boy was keeping up with me all the way. Pavel and I decided to go on the steepest and the most grueling of all trails: Down Under. It is so important to be a hero in your son’s eyes, especially when he is a teenager. I was so glad that I never fell that day and he kept on tripping and falling down. I spent some time teaching him some simple techniques of how to stay up and how to turn while you are sliding down. We had a great time and a lot of fun indeed. However now was the time to find the ladies. Now we realized that we took the wrong turn and went the longest route in the park. Several miles of just treading through the snow wiped us out completely. This gave me a perfect chance to teach my son the importance of not giving up, even if it feels like there is no more strength to go. At the end of our path we experienced one of the best ” runners high.” The best reward though was finally finding our lovely women. Back at the lodge all of us jumped into jacuzzi and soaked in the relaxing water. A day of bonding was coming to an end…

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