Teaching our children real connection in a digital world
I used to have a neighbor, an elderly gentleman who walked up and down the streets of our quiet neighborhood most afternoons, ready to talk to whoever crossed his path. If he came upon you, you had no choice but to slow down and settle in for a good, long chat. Not that this was a burden. Gene was charming, a generous listener, and an easy presence. When I was a new mom, in that isolated stage of caring for a newborn, I would watch out the window for Gene to pass by and would hurry the baby into the sling so I could join him.