It’s a hectic world in which we live. With three high schoolers, I’m an expert at running. To practices, to games, to friends and school… go, go, go. The quickness with which we move through life is one thing, but it doesn’t wear on me as much as the volume! On school days, I’ll wait until the last possible moment to wake the kids up; on weekends, I don’t even bother. It’s those quiet moments in the morning, coffee in hand, that I do my best thinking.
This weekend, my boys took their annual journey to the state wrestling tournament. It’s a weekend I look forward to each year: a weekend of quiet! I wake up early, take care of chores, do laundry, pay bills and sometimes do the taxes. Sounds heavenly, no? I also read, write, take long baths, cook foods I like, drink wine. I don’t worry, get dressed, run kids around, live life according to a schedule. It’s in the quiet moments I feel at the same time productive and relaxed.
Sure, there’s some initial loneliness in this solitude; a distant feeling that something’s missing. But that feeling quickly subsides as I realize I can hear my inner voice. It sings, actually! My creativity increases, as does my motivation, and my reflections.
So the moment they come crashing back into my life on early Sunday afternoon, I’m ready. For the noise, the enthusiasm, the arguing (they argue about everything!), the stories, and their videos of the weekend. I appreciate the noise, even though I believe that so much depends upon the silence.