Communication has been an essential aspect in life of a human being. Since I began attending the communication classes in school, I have come to learn that communication is reaching to understanding others and been understood. Poor communication skills can destroy personal relationships. Both the verbal and nonverbal communication is part of my life even though some skills I have learnt them in school. The new skills in communication I learn in school have helped me reflect in my previous state of interaction and how insensitive I was towards others.
It has been two years now when my father passed away. My life has been my mother my sister and my little brother. Mother was working very hard during the day to ensure that she brought food on the table, clear the rent and pay school fees. I, being the elder sister had to keep close watch to my young brother since I was waiting to join college for further studies. Raising my school fees was a toll order for my mother being the only breadwinner in the house. My mother used to work so hard and come home late. I was getting frustrated because all my friends had already begun enrolling to their colleges to pursue their careers.
I used to be angry with my mother because I was feeling she was not giving her best. We hardly spent time together to talk anything. She knew nothing on what I was feeling and I never wanted to hear from her because I was disappointed in her. Verbal communication in the house reduced and it was just nonverbal communication. When you are angry, you just need to look at the face and you will know. My mother used fingers on me when she was trying to warn on something, especially when I was not handling my little brother with care. Hell broke loose when she told me that I had to wait for another one year so that I can join the college. I was so mad at her and I remember myself cursing why my dad had gone. I even told her that I wish dad was alive I could not be suffering like this. Little did I know these words were as even worsening it all because he was a not only a father to us but also a husband to my mother. I was so insensitive towards my mother and selfish because things did not go my way.
Most are the nights I used to cry in my bed because I had no one to talk to. Since my mother knew that I was bitter with her she also minimized talking and spent more hours at work and came home late and tired. How I wished we could just restore the relationship and begin to communicate. Communication helps to heal broken pieces in our lives and helps strengthen relationships. But how could I have known this before I attended the communication analysis classes. If I knew the importance and skills of communication I would have handled the situation in a better way.
My little brother joined an academy for early childhood learning during that year I delayed at home. Work was more overwhelming to prepare my siblings to go to school every morning. I was feeling like I was parenting at my young age. I used to complain a lot in the house and sometimes I would stir up a quarrel with my mother because I felt disappointed in everything. I used to blame it all on my mother forgetting that she also had feelings and needed someone to talk to. She needed encouragement and appreciations for the effort she was putting in the family. But how could I have known about the power of communication if it is not for the communication skill lessons.
When you are not happy with something, it is healthy to talk with the person whom it is directly linked to. Ensure that the communication will take place when the spirits are low so you can get to hear from the other party. I was making mistakes because I used to talk with an anger tone towards my mother that could lead to an argument. This was never a solution. At night I used to have many thoughts running through my mind and asking myself why me. These questions were psychologically torturing me and I could soak my pillow with tears then I sleep. I could not even handle a smooth conservation with mother because I was entirely blaming her for every failure in our family.
