let 'em make noise.

i sit here listening to my boys be loud past the comfortable decibels my ears can handle, but i restrain from getting up and shushing them. 

this weekend, it was just me and them. my husband and daughter went out of town to a christening, so it was very laid back but very noisy all the while. 

i like quiet, i like peace. but this noise they make, it reminds me i'm a mommy. it reminds me that my kids are healthy and are able to make noise whether welcomed completely or not.
the other day as i secluded myself into our studio to doodle for new paintings, i pulled up the window blinds let the sun shine in and as i was breathing in the quiet, my chatter box of a daughter walked in and it was as the air was filled with all her words on her next birthday party, seven months away mind you, what she expects to wear the first day of school, and then the guitar was pulled out from its black vinyl case where its been for the past nine months, and she began to strum to her own beat.

my quiet haven so to speak became, well no longer quiet. 

but right there instead of getting annoyed which i have often done, i just listened to her noise. 

the noise that reminded me i have a little girl that wants to hang out with her old momma instead of wanting nothing to do with me. a little girl who never stops talking about party planning, friends, her favorite color and hope that she will continue to want to catch up with chit chat in her teenage years.

sure i enjoy quiet and would prefer it, but i am learning that their noise is just indication that i am blessed beyond measure. i would ten thousand times prefer them making noise, laughing loudly, shrieking during their shenanigans, than seeing them in a hospital bed ill or feeling like they cannot come to me to talk.

so while they're here, while i have them close to me i will take in their childhood and everything that comes with it, and just let 'em make noise.