I find as I get older I look forward more and more to the
quieter times. Time alone with my thoughts even if I am busy doing something in
the silence at least it is just that, silent.
I was just beginning to get used to being without children/young
adults in my home, when we obtained custody of 4 grandchildren. My husband and
I had the freedom to come and go as we pleased do the things we enjoyed doing. We went bowling and joined leagues; we both
bought nice bicycles and planned on riding 4 or 5 times a week to get into
better shape. We went on fishing trips sometimes staying all night we went to
dinner with friends.
When you have young children you have to think about loading
up the car with the extra necessities needed when you have children of various
ages going someplace with you. Baby
wipes, diapers and a change of clothing for unexpected or sometimes expected
accidents. Depending on the length of
the trip; snacks for the road, or snacks for the stay at the park. Toddlers and preschoolers are always snacking
and always hungry.
Because my husband
and I did not live in the same state where the presiding Judge of the case
concerning the children is we must make a yearly trip there as well. So we
invested in a family friendly vehicle. My dreams of a nice pickup truck went
out the window we opted for a 7 passenger van a soccer mom van as my daughter
likes to call it. Now mind you this is the daughter who is the mother not only
to these four of which I have custody, but also to one more child almost 2
years younger. So were she to have them in her custody and be making affordable
payments on a vehicle she would need a similar vehicle herself don’t you think?
As you can see every area of my life was now crowded with
chatter of some sort. Not much peace to be found I was used to being able to
curl up with a good book and read as many or as few chapters as I wished now I
was lucky to get a complete sentence read, unless it was late into the night. I
was attending online classes and staying up until 1 am to complete assignments.
The baby blankets I was fond of
crocheting for my other grandchildren were not getting made. But most of all my golden silence was gone
and though I dearly love my grandchildren and would not trade them for
anything. I am only just now beginning to get to a spot where I can find
moments of peace again every so often as they get a little bit older and are
finding things to occupy themselves for longer periods of time. I find I can truly appreciate the moments of
silence.
But I also enjoy these times……
The other day my young grandson Owen came to me and climbed
up in my lap, hugged me really tight, and said “I love you all the way up to
Jesus,” I hugged him back and said “I love you too baby, all the way to Jesus
and back.”
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