Selective Hearing
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Selective hearing is a real thing. When my children were young, they all had trouble with their hearing. It wasn’t a medical/physical thing. Their selective hearing was by choice. They could hear fine if I said, “Time for chocolate cake.” "Who wants to go outside and play?" "Let's finger-paint with chocolate pudding!" But when I said, “Time to share that toy.” "It's bedtime." "Don't touch that." Suddenly, no one could hear a thing. It was like I was speaking a foreign language. When my eldest child was almost 3-years-old, he took off on his little bike peddling like the wicked witch of the west character from the movie The Wizard of Oz. (I can actually hear the music that played while she peddled her bike when I remember this incident.) I started out by calling to him in a sweet tone, "That's far enough. Come back." Then my volume increased and my concern was evident with the not-so-sweet tone of my