On Fridays, Gypsy Mama holds a blog carnival where we all stop and write for five minutes – no editing, no over-thinking, just write. Care to join us?
This week’s topic is: Loud
The kids are so loud – all the time, it seems. Loud when they are angry, because I’m not giving in to their whims, or because the other is not sharing, loud when they have a new bump or scrape or owwie – but also loud when they are happy, playing together. Brianna loves to make Benjamin laugh, usually involving some form of yelling. Benjamin loves to yell, just to get Brianna (and the rest of us) to look at him. And while, at the end of a long day at work, the LOUD can grate on me and I count the minutes until bedtime and quiet and peacefulness – so many things happen in the loud that I would hate to miss. Like Benjamin’s smile of triumph when he jumps out of the playhouse and says “Boo!”, or Brianna’s laughter as they chase each other up and down the hall… like Benjamin surprising us all by counting to ten yesterday, or Brianna telling me I’m her “favorite princess”… like Brianna’s stubborn mornings, just like her daddy, or the look on Benjamin’s face when he wants a banana.
If I can live in the loud, these are the things i can see – and they certainly are worth every minute of loud, no matter how long my day was.
Love this part “so many things happen in the loud that I would hate to miss”! You are so right. Sometimes it’s frustrating and even scary. I can’t always tell between, mad, playing and hurt but I sure wouldn’t want to miss the joys!
You’re absolutely right! Sometimes the Loud seems more than I can stand, but when I remove my feelings, I find little treasures in it. Great post.