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I’m sorry. I hear you.

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I’m sorry. I hear you.


The child whose day it is to empty the dishwasher did so before going to school today.

Hooray.

(It doesn’t always happen.)

And I decide, before I disappear into ROTB work—in the spirit of everyone putting in a little extra effort—to load the contents of the very crowded sink into the machine and start it.

I leave the knives and wooden cutting board that need to be hand washed.

Maybe I’ll do those at lunch time.
Maybe Jane will see the effort the kids and I put in and she’ll do them.

I’m answering emails in my basement office when I hear Jane from upstairs, “You don’t need to defend yourself, but I know I’ve repeatedly asked you and the kids to get the food scraps out of the bottom of the sink. It’s disgusting.”

I want to say, “Do I not get credit for clearing out the sink?”

But I don’t.

Jane continues from the kitchen, “All you need to do is say, ‘I hear you.’”

I swallow and do my best to say, “I hear you, Jane,” without any snotty tone.

It’s easy to defend ourselves.
Far easier.
But that doesn’t always mean it’s the right thing to do.

Let’s all try this week to not always defend ourselves, depending on the situation. It gives other people dignity. Sometimes “I hear you” is enough.

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