Q is for quiet(ness)
While I realize my posts can sometime be quite boring on the surface, I often have inside funnies embedded within my rambles. Sometimes they are so inside that no one else even gets the joke. I realize this is somewhat of a disconnect with my 'audience' (what do I call you lurkers?) but it's fun for me.
Anyway, this post is one such joke. For starters, I am sincerely grateful for quiet moments. With a family of five that functions like a bee swarm and is always together, quiet moments are rare and utterly cherished. I realized a few years ago when I was certain our house was too small for our growing family that it wouldn't matter what size our house was, these lovely children would still want to get ready in the morning in MY bathroom and use MY bathtub at night, all the while sharing most every thought in their precious little heads.
So, I digress. The more stimulation I have on a constant basis that is not generated by choice (clearly referencing my sweet children), the lower my threshold for handling the noise. We have been working quite hard to have quiet awake times in our home. These walls are where we are calm and caring. Wild and crazy is outdoor fun. It mostly works.
When I was nursing Parker he couldn't handle any stimulation or else he wouldn't eat (still the case, but no longer nursing). I tucked away to his dark, quiet room and let him get some nourishment. Having that calm, quiet time allowed my thoughts to catch up with me and that's when some of my best, most creative ideas flowed.
Nowadays I don't get to tuck away in a dark quiet room every few hours, but I do try to spend some time letting my thoughts catch up to me each day and just being in the quiet (do I sound old or what?!). No TV, not even any music (shudder!). And I've noticed the big kids doing the same in their rooms (oh sweet victories). Poor little Parker goes a little haywire if it's too loud, so he really appreciates the quiet.
So, what's the inside joke part? Honestly not as funny when I have to explain it, but my dear, sweet husband has adopted a few marginal 'words' that he now uses regularly. Most of his 'words' have a -ness ending or -ocity. QuietNESS and quietnessocity (!) are among his favs. Quietness is a word but I don't believe he uses it properly. I am certain my kids will be using a whole new vernacular that is very normal to them but not so proper. Hmmm, helping their education? He would say yes, it expands their minds; teaches them root word construction...blah, blah, blah.
Nonetheless, I am grateful for the quiet moments and for the humor my husband's efforts towards quietness brings.
Image via Hayley Jayne.
Anyway, this post is one such joke. For starters, I am sincerely grateful for quiet moments. With a family of five that functions like a bee swarm and is always together, quiet moments are rare and utterly cherished. I realized a few years ago when I was certain our house was too small for our growing family that it wouldn't matter what size our house was, these lovely children would still want to get ready in the morning in MY bathroom and use MY bathtub at night, all the while sharing most every thought in their precious little heads.
So, I digress. The more stimulation I have on a constant basis that is not generated by choice (clearly referencing my sweet children), the lower my threshold for handling the noise. We have been working quite hard to have quiet awake times in our home. These walls are where we are calm and caring. Wild and crazy is outdoor fun. It mostly works.
When I was nursing Parker he couldn't handle any stimulation or else he wouldn't eat (still the case, but no longer nursing). I tucked away to his dark, quiet room and let him get some nourishment. Having that calm, quiet time allowed my thoughts to catch up with me and that's when some of my best, most creative ideas flowed.
Nowadays I don't get to tuck away in a dark quiet room every few hours, but I do try to spend some time letting my thoughts catch up to me each day and just being in the quiet (do I sound old or what?!). No TV, not even any music (shudder!). And I've noticed the big kids doing the same in their rooms (oh sweet victories). Poor little Parker goes a little haywire if it's too loud, so he really appreciates the quiet.
So, what's the inside joke part? Honestly not as funny when I have to explain it, but my dear, sweet husband has adopted a few marginal 'words' that he now uses regularly. Most of his 'words' have a -ness ending or -ocity. QuietNESS and quietnessocity (!) are among his favs. Quietness is a word but I don't believe he uses it properly. I am certain my kids will be using a whole new vernacular that is very normal to them but not so proper. Hmmm, helping their education? He would say yes, it expands their minds; teaches them root word construction...blah, blah, blah.
Nonetheless, I am grateful for the quiet moments and for the humor my husband's efforts towards quietness brings.
Image via Hayley Jayne.
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3 comments:
I too have Quiet time. Everything you said, I ditto. Except the super Dave stuff, but I like his thinking. Quiet time is my favorite, I like it so much I will wake up at 5:30 on my own just to have it. Quite dark house, I think I'm a better mom if I get a little of the down time first thing, oh and maybe again at 3:30 would be nice too. That can happen but not as much as I like.
David is right on: Calmocity and Peacefulocity are indeed critical. We often shout at our kids to "CREATE A PEACEFULTIVENESS ENVIRONMENT!!"
Adrienne cracks me up!!
The Queen. That's you since your husband is the King to us! Ha! I'm grateful for you & my life has been enriched by being your friend... No doubt! Love u!
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