Sunday, March 29, 2009

Silence

The house is silent because I'm alone. Well, the cats are here but they do not count. The boys are visiting Grandma and Papa because their computer is having issues again and they need Eric's help. And Eric (wisely) thought I could use time alone this afternoon.
The days of silence in our house for me are few and far between. It feels weird. It sounds different. It feels different. I look around at toys lined up and I picture my OCD child lining them up at the end of the evening. I see the shoes lined up on the stairs and an image of my son lining them up in laughter comes to mind. I can hear the fan come on for heat that isn't needed for one body. I cuddle up with a book that I'm excited to read but I can't settle in because there is something missing. For years, I spent my Sunday afternoons on the couch reading, while Eric tinkered in the computer in the other room. I'm grateful for the time alone. I really am. But at the same time, I'm counting the minutes until my boys are home. They are the best form of entertainment out there.

1 comment:

Kate @ Life As I Live It said...

The Johnson & Johnson theme "Having a baby changes everything" springs to mind. It's true: we get our silence and then it's deafening.