Contrary to the title, this will not be a political post*
Being one who is unfortunately prone to migraines, I really crave and appreciate the quiet moments in life. As you can imagine, with five children, they are few and far between. Though I usually don’t get a full-blown headache more than once a month (as long as I’m very careful with my eating (which doesn’t mean I don’t eat junk) ), I still have lots of days with just the sensitivity to sound.
I often fear that my children’s primary memory of their childhood will be me saying, “Shhhhhh. You need to keep it down. I have a headache . . . kind of.” Followed by, “How many times have I asked you to be quiet?”
Yesterday I was having one of those days. My head didn’t hurt, but the noise! I felt like the Grinch, “The noise! The noise! The noise, noise, noise, noise!”
The sound sensitivity is more than just being tired of the noise. I don’t know how to explain it really. It doesn’t hurt, it’s just like . . . like every sound is the equivalent of fingernails on the blackboard. Kind of. Anyway, it’s annoying. Let me clarify: it – the sound sensitivity – is annoying. The children aren’t annoying, they are just kids. Unfortunately, when I am experiencing it, it is difficult to remember to make that distinction both in my head and out loud in a way that the kids might be able to understand it.
Wow. I’m probably making it sound like life around here is much worse than it actually is, which isn’t my point at all.
My point is this: yesterday I just wanted to to put ear plugs in my ears and duct tape on everybody’s mouth, BUT, of course, I didn’t. In the midst of wishing the world would just stop buzzing for an hour, Tank Boy decided it would be fun to scoot around the kitchen table at lightening speed on the little Playskool Tyke Bike (even though he is much too big for that toy because he is, well, a tank), and Quinn thought it would be loads of fun to run after him as fast as his little baby legs would go. So both my boys were racing around the kitchen table smiling and laughing and stomping and biking, and the house was filled with noise.
Noise, noise, noise, noise! Happy noise. Joyful noise. Gleeful noise. Noisy little boy noise.
And my heart just almost burst as I watched them having so much fun. It was the highlight of my day. Possibly my week.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says hello.