About 15-years ago, D’Aun and I read “Men are From Mars, Women are From Venus.” It was a fun read because it helped us understand how differently we communicate. I enjoyed it because it pointed out the differences without condemning either side.
After school one day, Jedd, who at the time was probably 8-years old, was with D’Aun when they came by my office. Jedd focused on his homework as D’Aun finished up some paperwork. During their stay, D’Aun and I mis-communicated about something. After a bit of frustration in trying to get our points across to each other, I laughed and said, “An obvious example of you speaking Venusian and me speaking Martian.” She had her way of saying something, I had mine, and it caused a bit of friction, even though we were both saying the same thing.
At this Jedd asked what I meant. Why were we speaking different languages? I explained the book and the way his Mom and I sometimes differ in our communication. Being a kid with a love for astronomy, he immediately picked up on the Mars and Venus theme.
Without hesitation, he looked back at his homework and mumbled just loud enough for us to hear, “My parents are aliens.”
