When Words Aren’t Really Worth It

The words tumbled out fast. Words turned into sentences. Sentences into paragraphs. Paragraphs into a lecture. Sandwiched in the middle of the lecture, I threw both hands up in the air, proclaiming he should always “seek to understand others more than he should seek to be understood.”

Good advice.

The boy turning pre-teen walked away, shoulders a little slumped, and my heart ached a little, my proclamation ringing in my ears.

I told him there’s no greater gift to give others than to understand them, seek out who they are, listen to their stories. But I’d never asked his. My rant went on and on, making sure he understood. I’m not sure if he did or didn’t.


Jaime Dishman
Jaime Dishmanhttp://www.gratefullybroken.com
Jaime Dishman is the mother of five children who will never let her forget about the time she ran over the can of spray paint. She blogs at www.gratefullybroken.com, where she considers it a joy to count all the broken places as blessings.

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