When Biggest was about 2 or so, he got frustrated by my “multi-tasking” during breakfast and reached across the table, over the paper I was grading, and put his little hands on either side of my face. “Pay attention to me,” he said while he pulled my face towards his. He didn’t stop until his forehead was against mine, staring into my eyes to ensure I really was paying attention to him.
Sometimes, our world requires us to pay attention.
And sometimes, we’d really rather be distracted by anything but that which is reaching out and grabbing our attention. Continue reading