It's a good read.
The book talks about boxes - boxes we put ourselves in, boxes we put others in, boxes we carry around with us - that cause us to view people as objects rather than people.
I hope I view my children as people.
I know that sounds silly, but read the book and you'll know what I mean.
I hope I don't view them as objects that get in my way, stress me out, or keep me from doing things I want to do. It would be terrible to feel like your mother saw you as an object rather than a person.
Sometimes I have those feelings - I'm definitely not a perfect mother or person - but I'm constantly trying to understand how my kids are experiencing the world, especially our interactions with each other. I try to remember what it was like to be a kid. I try to see things the way they might, and then try to explain things in a way that would make sense to them.
Again, I am definitely not perfect at this, but I'm working at it and learning a lot.
This book is great.
I'm sure it will be one that I will return to over the years.