There’s nothing which used to make me lose it quicker than the Mad Hatter than someone stealing the silence. I’m not a complete and utter introvert (58% extrovert actually), but I’m a contemplative writer—a writer who needs a start of peace and order and nothing being needed of me each day.
When the kids break the morning silence with a story or a chatty monologue over Rice Krispies, often I grin and bear it.
Silence is where God speaks in whispers to me. And they are the opposite.
What I’m finding is even if silence is stolen, I can share it, just as they still share their stories me (blessed miracle). They do not know unless I tell them, so I do.
“Don’t break the silence,” I whisper to them sometimes with a finger pressed to my lips.
Some mornings a kid curls up next to me and shares it with me. We breathe slowly together.
This post is Day 5 of 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes 2016.