My friend Steve once told me: Never admit to not paying attention–even if it’s true.

He and I were on a  ‘trip’ together when we lived in Chicago.  We would play games like Pretend We’re Dead in the Grocery Store.  It was simple enough; enter the grocery store without touching a door, speak to no one, touch nothing, walk around, leave the store without touching the door.  It seems simple, yet remembering that you’re dead in the Dominck’s is difficult when you see toilet paper, and you know you’re out at home.

Both remembering and attention were the skills we worked on for years, and still do.  Raising a child without diapers is like having the attention button always on.  And though having a high attention may sound like a drag (and sometime it is–which is why I don’t always use it either), it can be wildly rewarding.  I love getting to the mid-afternoon, knowing that I’ve ‘caught’ all of Jacob’s pee’s.  On those days, I know that he and I are grooving well. Not only am I making oatmeal, but I’m also in tune with a specific need Jacob has–and we’re addressing it together.