What It’s Like to Communicate With Family

Aug 24 2014

I know sometimes it’s hard to know how to talk to our families. Since some of you may be a little newer at this family gig than we are, I thought I’d share a few family communication tips based on the conversations I had today with my sweet ones. 

I was busy today doing all of my back-to-school shopping online.


Scratching my head. Opening All the Tabs. Trying to find deals so my kids will arrive back at school with luxuries like pencils and paper.

Of course, my kids leave me alone to do this because they’re polite. Helpful. Respectful. And they know I’m working hard for them.

I might’ve had to yell down the stairs once or twice because they were fighting.


But they assured me they were just play fighting. Which, you know, always goes well when the 14-year-old football player is play fighting his 7-year-old brother.


So I reminded my 14-year-old, gently, of course, that THERE WAS A REASON I TOLD THEM TO STOP FIGHTING. 


He took it well so we had a sweet follow-up chat, where I delivered profound, ancient mommy wisdom, and he thanked me for being so kind and wonderful.


On my way back to my computer, I noticed through an open doorway that the other 7-year-old wasn’t doing his chore as asked.


But he said he was. My bad.  

Which is when my teenage daughter came to spend time with me, ask me what I think about life, how my day was, and what she might do to help out around the house. You know, the usual.


It was a special time.

Eventually, I wondered where my middlest child, whom I hadn’t seen for quite some time, might be.




I figured it out.


And I finally wrapped up all the school supplies shopping.


I shared my good news with Greg,


 … who told me what a good job I did.

It’s OK, though. It is. I didn’t overreact or anything. I just walked right past him. And then maybe turned around and said one more, tiny thing.


In conclusion, I’m leaving my family. 

Today is an I’m Moving Out Day.

Tomorrow may be an I’ll Never Let Them Go Day. 

But TODAY is not tomorrow, and I’m leaving.

On a jet plane.



Or on a boat.



Or by scooter. 


But this time, I’m not telling my family, ’cause last time I said I was moving to Mexico, my son just told me to bring him back a churro.

The End


P.S. I just spent the afternoon in my room, coloring. That’ll teach ’em.


P.P.S. And how was your day?