I love music. When I was a child I use to blare the music and my mother would ask me to turn it down (or off). I never understood this behavior until I became a mother myself. Now I crave the quiet. I still love music, but with all the chaos that can fill one day, I dream and ache for quiet.
Instead, I hear little voices, music, the television, blocks, toy cars crashing together and flying along end tables and kitchen counters and sometimes even my backside. I hear, Mommy, I need this, and Mommy, he’s hitting me.
But I know, all too well, that one day I will miss the music in my life called noise. I will miss little squeaky voices as they turn from boy to man, I will miss the blocks crashing and the match box cars vrooming and, even the fighting and whining. I will miss the stomping of little feet as they hit the floor and come crowding into our marriage bed.
So I’ll cherish the music of noise today and steal away quiet moments as they arrive. Like the occasional warm shower, trip to the mailbox, and the grocery shopping vacation. Yes, vacation. Right?
I will cherish these moments… for the quiet years will come, and then what? I might just miss it all.
Linking up with one of my favorite parts of the week: FIVE MINUTE FRIDAY.
Linking up with one of my favorite parts of the week: FIVE MINUTE FRIDAY.
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