Working (and now living) with children on a daily basis, I've always felt a bit attuned to their simple desire to be heard.
They've all got their own little strategies to bend your ear - from a shy cuddle and whispered story, to getting under your feet constantly, to simply yelling out over the top of anyone else whenever the urge strikes.
Often all an upset child wants is a sympathetic ear, a look of understanding and a gentle rub on the shoulder.
So often, the magic ice pack or miraculous band aid don't even need to make an appearance if you simply stop and listen.
So many kids will happily follow adults like the Pied Piper in the classroom or on duty, just merrily filling us in on the minutiae of their precious lives.
More often than not, serial 'dobbers' are just little people who are trying to find ways to be listened to.
Sometimes it's far more serious than that, of course.
But the first step in recognising those circumstances is in the listening too.
But, it's not confined to children this innate desire to share and to be heard.
I think it's universal.
It's the cornerstone of Facebook's astronomical success.
It's why many of us blog.
It why a great number of new (and old) Mums love their mothers' group.
It's why the blank, impassive face of a partner or friend can feel like a kick in the guts when we put something out there.
I think we all want to feel that somebody, somewhere is picking up what we're putting down, you know?!
I'm guilty of being a poor listener at times - and it's something I regularly vow to work on.
I need to slow down, disregard the clock. Interrupt less. Remember the details. Avoid the tendency to 'solve' the issue. Put my phone down - unless the person is on the other end! Make eye contact. Ask better questions. Paraphrase. Read between the lines.
I'm blessed to have some seriously fabulous listeners in my life - and it's such a gift.
You hear me?
Linking with Jane's 'Post Of The Month Club'.
Come have a listen.