A
good listener is hard to find, as rare as a rainbow in summer and equally
wondrous.
I remember that my
mother was a great talker, funny and smart, a terrific storyteller, but a poor
listener. She thought it was a waste of time to listen, I guess, because she
once confided in me, “Frankly, dear, I’m more interesting than most people.”
Rarely listening to others, how did she know?
My much-older
cousin, Mary, on the other hand, was a great listener. My brother and I used to talk about how, when
we saw Mary at family gatherings, she would ask the usual questions about
school, our studies, and our friends, but what was different was she paid
attention to our responses. Even more astounding, she would follow up with
another question and behold! An actual teenage-adult conversationwould begin.
Psychotherapists
and ministers listen. But they are trained and paid to—especially
psychotherapists. Nonetheless I’ve seen psychotherapists and ministers, who
were supposed to be listening, but, overworked and fatigued, their eyeballs
have grown glassy, slipping upwards like a three year-old resisting a much-needed
nap. A great time for the patient or parishioner to say something like, “That
was around the time when I kicked my pet rabbit in the stomach” Wakes everybody
right up!
Have you noticed
how married couples either listen to each other or don’t? The patterns are
amazing. Wives cut their husbands off mid-story or just when he is beginning to
offer an opinion. The husband then assumes a vaguely attentive look as his wife
carries forward whatever subject he had begun. In all likelihood the pattern is
so ingrained that she doesn’t even notice how she has eclipsed him.
In some couples
the reverse is true. The husband slashes through whatever his wife is saying
and she retreats. How diminishing this is to the partner, who rather than make
a scene, surrenders repeatedly?
What’s
my advice to the mostly silent partner? Choose the moment and let your partner
know how being interrupted makes you feel.
My women’s study
group had a discussion about our own listening capabilities. True confessions,
more like. One woman offered: “I get impatient. I just can’t stand it so I
finish my husband’s sentences for him. I know I shouldn’t and I try not to, but
. . .” She shrugged her shoulders.
Another woman
stated with a gleam in her eyes, “I’ve always been the talker in our marriage,
the quick-minded, smarter, better-informed one. At least I’ve always thought
so.” We all laughed.
She went on to
tell us that since her illness with cancer, she has come to depend on her
husband more and has discovered, that he, though paced more slowly and gently,
is wonderfully intelligent and capable.
In my married
life, before I learned something about listening, my opinions were unceasing
and forceful. I can still see my former husband inching his chair back and away
from mine as slowly and cautiously as one might retreat from a hissing snake.
It’s a helpful
image for me to carry. If I am talking that much, I most certainly am not
listening.
If we are honest
with ourselves, often, while we are listening, we are busily planning our witty
and clever responses.
We need to do
better in giving our attention. Not only do we need to listen well, we need to attend to meaning and not just skim the surface of the words being said.
None of us is
infinitely interesting, not even to ourselves. We’ve heard many of the stories of
our long-time partners and friends more times than we can count and they have
heard ours. It can be a challenge to remain attentive.
But we must and
this is why. A person who feels sincerely listened to feels repected and
valued. It’s as simple as that. And that’s how we want those we care about to
feel, isn’t it?
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