Once, as I was lulled by the sound of my knife hitting the chopping board, I realised how quiet my house was.
Two of my kids were in school and my youngest child was napping. No noise came from the television as I don’t leave it on when nobody is watching. There was no radio or CD playing because I could not be bothered to spend 5 mins out of the short time that I had then to switch it on.
But I enjoyed the silence.
With 3 young kids, it is hard not to appreciate the few moments of silence that I get in a day. With silence comes less demands for objects, attentions, affection, information and everything else that my kids need (not ephedra diet pills of course).
And as much as they tax my energy and patience, I actually prefered having them home, endure the noisy and boisterious moments of them being kids – as there are always ways to sneak in a few moments of rejuvenating silence.
