Four hours of silence...

As a teenager, I never wanted quiet. I would pace the house looking for something to do so that I didn't have to worry about there being any quiet. Or I would call a friend or two and have them come over to stay for a while. Growing up, I never liked silence - it always bothered me so much.

A few weeks ago in the beginning of class, we had one minute of silence - while many people squirmed in their chairs, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Most people may think I'm crazy...but the reason is because I have two small children at home so having a moment of silence doesn't come real often. In fact, I found it hard to stay awake in that one moment of peace simply because those moments are so few and far between.

That one minute of silence reminded me of all those times growing up when I did all I could to keep the world around me noisy and as full of life as possible. While I love my children and enjoy having the noise around, now I yearn for a few moments of silence. Today, my wish was granted and my husband went to visit his folks - he took the boys with him which was a huge relief for me. I got a lot of homework done, some housework done, and even started working ahead on some assignments. Some may say I'm an over-achiever - I don't think so. I think I'm just smart and take advantage of the quiet moments when I can so I can get as much homework done as possible.

While I enjoyed the four hours of silence, I was glad to have the boys back home. Even though it's tiring and stressful to constantly have young children crying, or whining there are always moments that make it all worth while. And, when I'm old and gray I will yearn for the noise as I did when I was a teenager.