You Never Call Me

I overheard a man on his cell phone today make the comment ".....you never call me". I have no idea who he was talking to. But it made me think. It was such a humbling comment to make. He could have been 16, he could have been 96 and still it was the voice of a little boy speaking. It was the sort of comment you would expect from a woman pining for someone. It was both sad, and reassuring to hear a man longing in this way too. It makes me realize the incredible value of feeling heard. Mind you, that is different than being heard. We need both.

I think of all the times I've called the dogs. Sometimes they respond, sometimes they don't. Sometimes it's on their timetable not mine. A few times they have bowled me over they came so fast.

I'm certain any parent who's child has left home says this statement at one time or another. Frankly, I say this to the NE Lottery all the time. You never call me! Oh, I guess if I bought a ticket my chances would be marginally better. Doctor's never ever call soon enough with results. Odds are if we get called to the office, either the Principal is calling our parents, or our boss has a butt load of work with our name on it.

And lastly, every animal in every shelter in the world (and them some) says this with their eyes. You never call me, you never call me.....isn't it time?