It’s amazingly quiet as I sit. The sun streams through the window nearby… nevermind. The olders just bounced through the door after a day of work and there is no longer silence. They tell us about their day and move on. Isaac strums a child size guitar even though he’s no longer child size while Tabby sings along.
Shane reminds me often that the days of chaos will one day be over and things will be quiet again. There will be no more bantering, jokes, singing, piano, guitar or general craziness in our home.
Sometimes I think the silence will be golden. But then I snap out of it and realize that means the house will be empty of my children. Already their feet no longer pitter-patter on the floors. Now it’s more stomp, stomp. Or stomp, stomp crash, stomp.
Maybe someday there will be pitter-patter feet down the halls again…little grands heading toward the bed to jump and wrestle and snuggle on a Saturday morning as their parent and siblings used to do when they were little.
For now I’ll remind myself to enjoy the the noise for one day soon the silence will be deafening.
I was a bad FMF participant last week. But I KNEW that if I began visiting friends I would lose my focus. I needed focus. I needed to let go of the baggage I had been carrying around. The rest of the weekend was as profitable for healing as that first evening. I am refocused and renewed. Today’s word is SILENCE.