Seems I’ve been pondering effective communication quite a bit these days, more recently about at what frequency I should target my interaction with my children, and now today about my communication with my other half.
The other day I said to my husband, “Look, we need a new yew.”
And what he heard was, “Look, we need a new ‘you’.”
He stopped in his tracks, dropped the wheelbarrow, and responded, “What did I do this time?!”
Apparently I didn’t make it any better by adding, “Nothing. It’s not a big deal; I’ll just go out and get a new one”.
The look on his face was not entirely one of concern for our landscaping, so I then pointed to the dying perennial in our front garden. “Look at it! It’s all brown and disgusting! I don’t want that to be the first thing people see when they walk up our front walk”.
I can only imagine what he would have thought had I made fun of the absence of green thumbs in his genes.
When we argue, there’s no eye rolling, no door slamming, no hanging up the phone, just a lack of signal (or at least that what we both plead). The texting naysayers will say we’ve lost that loving feeling but honestly it’s the most civilized form of communication we’ve ever experienced, except for the occasional premature autocorrect. If he gets bored with our routine, I don’t really care because I know our online personas are so reliable and faithful. There are just so many fewer misunderstandings. It’s not like one of us is from Mars and one of us is from Venus on this type of communication, we are both equally and joyfully inexperienced and experimenting.
Anyway, all is well now after I fully explained myself and my need for a new yew. I’m not sure if he was relieved or not. Maybe he was looking for a new yew too.