Silence

...the boy is napping in his room...
...the dogs are sunbathing in the back yard...
...the TV's off...
...the iPod is charging...
...my phone is silent...

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This is my life, most of the time now. My mom told me last week that she was worried about me and the monotony that seems to be so present in this new life. I told her not to worry about it and the truth is that although there are days like today, a holiday, when I wish that my phone would ring, I like the quiet. My childhood and young adult life was often more dramatic than I would have preferred and sometimes I think we underestimate the value of silence. I enjoy my own company. I enjoy reading or playing Suduko (I once got Joshua to play an expert level and he woke up that night with the only nightmare that I've known him to have...the number 3 was attacking him. He has since refused to ever play "that evil game" again).

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I think about generations ago who didn't have the libraries we have, the global community of the internet and even just the possibility of several letters a week...all within days of being written. I think in a way, we've gotten lazy (I use the collective we as a society, not any group in particular). We expect to be entertained all the time and at a moment's notice. It reminds of my son when he wants me to read the same book OVER and OVER again. At some point, I have to put the book down (for my own sanity) and tell him to find something else, to use his imagination and play with his cars. I love imagination, I love to daydream and I love the silence. Of course I love the silence more when my husband is sitting next to me but until he can again, I'm going to cherish the silence.