Every pitter and every patter
Currently, I’m listening to:
One neighbor’s perpetual weed-eater,
Another neighbor’s toddlers on bikes in front of our house,
My husband’s booming Tennessee accent on a phone meeting,
Benjamin announcing the end of nap time from his crib,
The video I just made for Help Club playing in the background,
And a kettle boiling for my 89th pot of coffee.
Besides when I tiptoe out of bed at 4:30am, this is the quietest part of my day. Lifa thinks I’m crazy, but I love silence. I crave it, although it becomes more and more elusive.
Yesterday, life’s sounds got to me. There was too much laundry, too much weed-eating, too much whining, too much chatter, too much of too much. I loaded up my whining baby and took us both to the ocean. We walked right in, froze our toes, and let the quiet waves wash over us. It was bliss!
Today, I’ve got work to do, so I’m just going to tune in and enjoy my soundtrack of the day. I can’t help but think that, one day, I’ll have unlimited opportunity for silence. And I’m going to miss these sounds. (I might never miss the sound of a weed-eater. Never ever. Ever.)
Every time Benjamin plows down the hallway with his thunderous pitter-patter, every time Lifa teaches him how to make throw up sounds on the kitchen floor, every time everybody is scream-laughing... I’m going to miss these sounds. What if I even miss the whine!?!
Despite what yesterday’s 12-hour headache said, my life soundtrack is truly and absolutely stunning. Sometimes I feel like it’s turned up too loud, but that usually means my soul needs to be quieted. Sometimes that doesn’t even work - because life is just overly-loud. And that’s ok too.
I’m not aiming for the perfect scenario here. Well... I am, but aren’t we all. But I’m working on not making perfection (or peace and quiet) the main goal. The prize is to allow the Creator of this life’s symphony to keep perfecting me - one sound at at time. Every lip smacking over a hot, homemade dinner. Every pitter and every patter - even when they track wet grass through the entire house. Those are sounds to be celebrated. The sounds of a blessed and abundant life!
