Miss Communication

Miss Communication

Do you remember the scene in the movie, The Lion King, where Rafiki takes Simba to Pride Rock and holds him up in the air during his newborn presentation ceremony? Can you hear the beginning of Circle of Life where the guy is going:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SAWENYYAAAAAAAHHHHHHH BADALEESEE AHBAHHHHHHH!

Something like that, right?

Ever since we brought home our almost 3 lb fur ball of cuteness I’ve held him high up in the air, all Rakifi-like, and belted out that part of the song on countless occasions. Never mind that I don’t know what the actual words are. It’s so much fun to do. Saber doesn’t seem to mind it either.

 

The other day I Googled the lyrics to Circle of Life and discovered that the opening verse is in Zulu, the language of the Zulu people. The actual words are “Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba” which translates to “Here comes a lion, Father”.

So I got the last syllable right. Way off an everything else.

In all the years that I’ve loved the song, sang the first part loudly and incorrectly, I never bothered to find out the right words. I was perfectly content with my version.

This got me thinking about how many times I misheard a question Husband asked me, interpreted his question in my own way and answered my version of what he wanted to know. It’s no surprise we’ve had many an argument because of this kind of miscommunication.

Then it dawned on me that I only do this with Husband and other adults. I listen to them speak but even before they’re done asking a question/making a comment I’ve already started to form my own interpretation of what they said. Don’t get me wrong though. It’s not like I’m interrupting anyone. The wheels in my head have just already started to turn.

People who I don’t do this to are my children. When they ask me a question, I take a minute to make sure I’m crystal clear about what they just said even if it means I have to repeat myself and sound like a broken record.

The good news is that there is still hope for Husband and adults that have to talk to me. Admission is the first step to recovery and I’ve already crossed that hurdle. Thanks to Rafiki, Simba and Saber.

😁

How are your listening skills? What song lyrics have you botched in your lifetime? 

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