Enjoy the Silence...
So, I've decided I need some balance in my life. Which is a enormous understatement. But I decided to start with noise. With four of my own kids, about 20 kids that I love and visit often and many lively friends my life is very loud. So I have attempted this week to enjoy TEN minutes of silence a day. Meditating, praying, breathing. Being quiet. I thought I'd start small and be successful. Here's how that's working for me:
DAY ONE:
I retreat to the back patio. I sit comfortably on the new Target rug I got for a deal... see I have a problem with focus...and begin to breath. Nothing too weird. Just quiet and breathing. About 3-4 minutes in I hear a snicker and slight guffaw come from Kid2. She's standing with branded smartassness across her face, fingers in Buddha poise--mocking me. "Ohmmm. Ohmmm. Ohmm." Where the hell did she learn that? "What ARE you doing?" she quips. I calmly tell her I'm breathing. And I'd like it to remain quiet so I can breath in peace. She bounces away laughing. Another 1-2 minutes of quiet breathing, trying to get her smirk out of my head. Kid2 returns with Kid4--who is 18 months and is not quiet in any way. End of quiet breathing.
DAY TWO:
Most of the peeps are gone. Just Kid4 (asleep) and Kid3 who was caressing his new Anakin toy with devotion and awe. So I slip outside to lay on the trampoline and read my new book ARMCHAIR MYSTIC. It's a perfect weather cocktail, warm but cool, slight breeze rustling the trees overhead and calming me into a slow breathing pattern. I hear a tip toe approach and open my eyes to see Kiddo3 at the edge of the tramp with arms full of action figures. I inquire about his presence and motive. He returns, "I just want to be by you". I've been breathing for about 3 minutes at this point so the oxygen causes me to agree "As long as you are quiet. Mom needs some quiet time." We have an agreement and he lays next to me quietly for another 3-4 minutes. He slips off and runs into the house. I hear him come back. This time he has a bowl of potato chips. Crunch. End of quiet breathing.
DAY THREE:
I thought fuck it. There are 13 kids at my house. Be a realist.
DAY FOUR:
I'll let you know how it goes.
DAY ONE:
I retreat to the back patio. I sit comfortably on the new Target rug I got for a deal... see I have a problem with focus...and begin to breath. Nothing too weird. Just quiet and breathing. About 3-4 minutes in I hear a snicker and slight guffaw come from Kid2. She's standing with branded smartassness across her face, fingers in Buddha poise--mocking me. "Ohmmm. Ohmmm. Ohmm." Where the hell did she learn that? "What ARE you doing?" she quips. I calmly tell her I'm breathing. And I'd like it to remain quiet so I can breath in peace. She bounces away laughing. Another 1-2 minutes of quiet breathing, trying to get her smirk out of my head. Kid2 returns with Kid4--who is 18 months and is not quiet in any way. End of quiet breathing.
DAY TWO:
Most of the peeps are gone. Just Kid4 (asleep) and Kid3 who was caressing his new Anakin toy with devotion and awe. So I slip outside to lay on the trampoline and read my new book ARMCHAIR MYSTIC. It's a perfect weather cocktail, warm but cool, slight breeze rustling the trees overhead and calming me into a slow breathing pattern. I hear a tip toe approach and open my eyes to see Kiddo3 at the edge of the tramp with arms full of action figures. I inquire about his presence and motive. He returns, "I just want to be by you". I've been breathing for about 3 minutes at this point so the oxygen causes me to agree "As long as you are quiet. Mom needs some quiet time." We have an agreement and he lays next to me quietly for another 3-4 minutes. He slips off and runs into the house. I hear him come back. This time he has a bowl of potato chips. Crunch. End of quiet breathing.
DAY THREE:
I thought fuck it. There are 13 kids at my house. Be a realist.
DAY FOUR:
I'll let you know how it goes.
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