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don't hesitate... to communicate...

When you are mom to a toddler you realise that bad communication (their inability) makes life rather tenuious. 

i don't actually know what he wants when he does that!

I want desperately to say I am but a mummy, not a mind reader.  That would be somewhat untrue.  Being a mummy I know my son has certain things he has to have to keep him in peaceful space (that space is not devoid of naughtiness mind you.)  It is simple, feed him before he's ravenous, offer him something to drink all the time and make sure he is well rested.  Luckily my child is not easily bored, so I don't have to worry about that one. 

I do wish he could communicate though, because when he starts screaching my ability to function goes out the window.  My brain comes to a standstill until the high pitched wailing of the little guy gets it going again.  Then we spend time trying to figure out what it is he wants.  It is super difficult at this point.

All that being said communcation with a toddler is sometimes simpler then communication with adults. 

I think us adults can be really useless at communicating. 

In marriage or any love relationship if we can't communicate we complicate things sometimes to a point of distruction. 

Sometimes the problem is not lack of communication, but miscommunication.  Emiel is Afrikaans and I am English.  We have had so many fights because of things being misunderstood simply because of not knowing the other's language well enough.  Silly, but really not a happy space,

I was most definitley not going to do a post on communication today if I had not been sent over the edge because of the bad communication. 

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