Right now I crave quiet like some crave chocolate. A deep, full ache rises and swells and then I'm yelling over the noise and searching for a bit of quiet. 

Of still. 

I'm thinking about the quiet ones. The ones who need to bend in order to fit into this loud world. 

But why do we need to bend? Why can't we create a place where it's okay to be quiet? Why is it that noise equals happy and quiet equals withdrawn? 

How many of us hear the phrase "It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for..." and cringe? 

I'm finding that the older I get, my need for quiet, and space to hear myself think, has gotten bigger. Perhaps it's not a coincidence that as my children have gotten older, it seems harder to find that space, that time. The time that was allotted for naps is now gone,  early bedtimes are giving way to later nights and earlier mornings. Homeschooling, while still a choice that is completely right for our family, can be noisy. Being at home with two growing children is not quiet work. But homeschooling, having the opportunity to morph our days into exactly what we need, has made me thankful for the time at home, or in nature, where we can be still and quiet together. But those times are rare, as most often the children find ways to voice their opinions, and stories, and songs in voices that are not indoor voices - which is natural and I am happy that they are finding their voices, period. But sometimes I wish they were a tad bit softer... 

I'm trying to instill in them that soft voices can still be heard. They are still worthy. They count and matter and can be trusted as much - if not more - than the shouts of our noisy world. 


  1. I am always struggling with this...wanting quiet, needing quiet, sometimes feeling like it's too quiet. Nap time was the perfect balance. I miss nap time. :)

  2. Oh, Corinne, every word of this resonates with me. The older I get, the more quiet I need, and, simultaneously, the rarer it seems to be in my life. I love the bird, too. xox

  3. Oh, yes, I crave the quiet too. I buckle under noise. My husband calls me the noise police. Whenever I snap at my children, it's usually because I can't process the noise around me and I get overwhelmed. That doesn't make it right, I know, and I'm working on it, but is it too much to ask that we not have to yell over each other when we're in the same room? I think not. Love that bird too!

  4. i love this bit: "I'm trying to instill in them that soft voices can still be heard. They are still worthy" so important that you are teaching them that! sometimes i wonder if i have taught mine to be too quiet though... as cam does not rush and race to choose his percussion part, and gets left with the dregs... ugh.

    i think the crave for quiet is what leads me to the beach... where the wind and the surf drown out all of the buzz...sometimes even at home the mess is just too noisy... xoxo

  5. Oh, me too!
    I nominated you for a Sunshine Award. No pressure, of course!


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