A long time ago I heard someone say, "There's no such thing as sidewalk rage."
You separate people in cars, and they are disconnected and anger is fueled instead of squashed. The same thing happens online. On email. On FaceBook. On Twitter. There is a disconnect that can be fatal to a positive interaction.
On a sidewalk, however ... you bump into someone and there is a connection. Immediate feedback. Reminder of the humanness in front of you. Eye contact. Voice. Touch. Quick repair. Everyone moves on.
Even waiting in line at the grocery store creates much less angst than waiting in line in traffic. People in the line begin connecting, feel comradery. They are frustrated together, and that eases the ... well ... frustration!
Today I was really put out with one of my kids. I have been the punching bag for them quite a bit lately. I had helped to create an invisible wall between us. I knew it was there. Heck, the drywall and decor were going up!
So, today I did the exact opposite of what I wanted to do. I walked over and took their hand. I held it while we talked. I made eye contact. It softened me. It softened them. I got my first smile in four days.
It is magical.
It has power.
And yeah, I'm mad that it was so magical, because I didn't want to do it. Yet, I can't deny the role it played in bringing connection and healing. I just made myself because I knew it was best and right. I practiced doing the very thing I ask my kids to do.
And the magic all started with just holding hands.