With four boys and a husband that acts like one at times, I have to admit that boisterous noise is a part of everyday life.
This morning when I woke up, I was feeling a little bit overwhelmed by life in general and was wondering how I was going to get a bit of peace back into my daily routine. And then I noticed something....
After having gotten the boys off to school and saying good-bye to a husband who had an early morning appointment and confirming that I didn't have to rush to be anywhere, I couldn't help but smile as I realized there was not a sound to be heard,...that is except for the raindrops on the roof if I strained to hear them.
It was soooo quiet, I wasn't quite sure what to do so I sat back down on my bed, pulled my fuzzy blanket up over me,closed my eyes and listened to the silence.
An interesting thing happened. I could envision happy times I'd had, things I wanted to do and hear clearly some voices that I was afraid I'd forget. In listening to the silence, I reconnected with my world and was rejuvenated to make it through the rest of the week.
I'm not sure if the noise of life has gotten to me or if I'm just growing up. Either way, this morning I consider myself blessed to have not heard a thing....
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I sooo know what you mean. I crave silence after all the commotion. Some of the best moments come when I'm waking up, but don't have to jump out of bed to do anything for anybody. I can just lay there, be warm and comfortable and be at peace.
Remember how it felt and try to get it back every once in a while, we all deserve that sometimes.
Isn't quiet the most blessed thing?
What is this you speak of? Silence. Sorry, not familiar with that word, but I have a two-year old. ;)
I love it quiet too.
My review of the Santa Letters is up at my blog.
Jen
We want to do the Santa Letters review too, we will let you know if we posted it already
I think we have a few years before we will get to the silence in our house :) We did visit my sis-in-law's singles ward on sunday (what we were thinking taking a 3 1/2 and 1 1/2 year old to a singles ward I don't know) and we experienced some silence there minus my kids screaming and my 3 year old "trying" to whisper. Oh well I guess the quiet will just have to be something to look forward to!
I came upon a blog with your book review and I noticed your name Gooch.
It caught my eye because my mother's maiden name was Gooch. I am interested in finding long lost relatives...I will read more on your blog...
Ha! you know my mom said the same thing before I was born. I'm the youngest of 4. She had told my dad that she needed peace in her life. So what happen next my dad bought my mom a "Peace" Rose. How cute is that!
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