Because nobody remembers them standing in their own kitchen. The messages word for word, when to send each one, what usually comes back, and what to do then.
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For over twenty years I taught other people’s teenagers. And I watched a lot of them go quiet on the people who loved them, while their parents sat across from me on a school evening, wondering what had changed.
Mine are grown now too. One is still at home, and one is about to move to the other side of the world. So I know what it’s like to send a message and hear nothing back for a day. And I’ve learned what it costs to read too much into that, because usually a long one turns up the next morning.
Since the classroom I’ve guided hundreds of people through the turning points in their lives, as a coach and a speaker. None of that makes me a therapist, and I won’t pretend to be one. But sometimes what we think we’re communicating isn’t what the other person is receiving. And that, really, is the whole of this channel.
“Michele has changed my life. Since starting to work with her, I have realised how I have changed over time and how these changes weren’t supporting me to align with my true self. Thanks to Michele, I am now seeing life in a totally new way, and in turn, I have the tools to become the true self that I am.”
They still reply the same day, but shorter. They still come on Sunday, still leave around four, and after you close the door you cannot remember a thing they said. It gets quieter little by little, and none of it seems like a big deal at the time.
It can go the other way too. There are mothers whose grown child calls on a Tuesday. Just because. That isn’t luck. It’s a handful of ordinary moments that went a little differently.
Here we take one of those moments and slow it down. What most of us try first, and what it quietly costs. What it looked like from their side. And one sentence you could try this week.
You are not the only one, Michele x