In the first reading today we hear about the apostles speaking in the many languages of the diverse array of people gathered in Jerusalem. Communication and word usage are perennial interests of mine, so I can easily parlay this into the various ways I communicate with my family and those around me...
While we may speak the same language, each person really has a different way of expressing him- or herself and of feeling "heard" or understood. (There's an entire series of books by Dr. Gary Chapman on people's "love languages".) I've discovered a few inlets to the hearts of my bambini (among other tangible signs of attention and affirmation):
- Offer the lass some blueberries, raisins, crackers, or cookies.
- Take my younger lad to the "swing playground" (as he calls it) in our neighborhood -- or some other playground with swings, because often, as he says, "I just want to swing."
- Share some chocolate with the elder lad, or build something out of Legos with him.
And as for the Easter decorations, I've got a smashing wreath of red berries to hang on the door. Red being the liturgical color of Pentecost, today is the perfect day to hang it. I even remember where I stashed it -- but that's more likely thanks to the prompting of the Holy Spirit than my shifty memory.
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