The irony is not lost on me, you know. That I sometimes yell for it. And then hear myself.
Not my finest moments.
But quiet is an elusive little beast. Especially this day in age, when everything in the house hums or beeps. Including the kids.
I can tell when the electricity gets cut off. The house literally goes silent.
You never realize how much noise things make just being until they stop.
I much prefer this to having the water cut off. Flushing toilets is kind of a requirement for me. But it's Peru. No guarantees.
But this kind of quiet, the it's-not-even-an-option-to-play-music-or-watch-tv quiet because the world around you got turned off, it permeates. Suddenly it demands that you sit down and breathe, maybe bring a book and let yourself get a little more absorbed than normal.
And the weird part is, the kids might still be screaming, but the background hubbub, the demand that you run laundry or send an email or do whatever it is you fill you day with doing…you have to wait.
And I find that it's in moments of waiting that I learn to feel the quiet and feel my own nervous hum settle into a normal heartbeat again.
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