Have you ever stopped to listen to the sounds around you, and heard absolutely nothing? I haven’t, at least, not for the last five years. Which is why it seems so weird to be sitting here, the only sound coming from my fingers tip tapping on the keyboard, and as I pause to think, I hear nothing.
I don’t like it.
The funny thing is, this time last week I’m sure I was hiding in the kitchen trying to drink a cup of coffee, yelling at the kids to give me peace. I’ve spent the whole summer telling the kids to use their inside voice, to be quite, to turn the telly down, to stop bickering.
And it’s not just the summer. I’ve spent the last five years wishing someone would shove a sock in Peppa Pigs mouth, because if I had to listen to her annoying voice one more time I’d be sticking my foot through the TV.
But today, as I sit here in silence, I’d be happy to hear some Peppa Pig. Or the sound of Caitlin laughing, or Neil shouting “Muuuuum” at increasing volumes until I replied. I’d be happy to hear the sound of them fighting over whose turn it was to pick a movie, or their feet stomping up the stairs like little elephants.
I’ve tidied up this morning, and a few hours later it is still tidy. I’ve made myself a cup of coffee and actually drunk it while it is hot. I’ve gone to the toilet without someone following me. This might sound like bliss, but trust me, it doesn’t feel right.
My house is empty, for the first time in five years…
The silence has made me realise, that my family home is not the same without the kids and all of their noises.
So while I sit here and try to accustom myself to this new quiet, I urge you to take in all of the sounds of your house and enjoy it while you can, because belive me, you will miss it when it’s gone.