The Sound of Silence
I so clearly remember being a kid and suddenly discovering the radio! My parents had gotten me a radio/tape player, and my sister and I couldn’t get enough of listening to music. I remember being so surprised that my mom never turned on the radio in the car. Never. Ever. My sister and I started to ask her to, and she kindly obliged.
Fast forward a few noisy decades. High school=loud. College=loud. New babies in the house=very very loud. My sons were not quiet babies! The noise was constant, and deafening. I’m fortunate to work from home, and so I spend a great deal of time with my kids, and I almost always take them on errands–to the store, the library, the post office, the bank. They like to listen to the radio or kids’ CDs, and we’re in a constant bubble of noise.
Every now again though I run an errand by myself–maybe a quick trip to the post office for work. I get into the car, close the door, and suddenly I’m surrounded by silence. And it sounds really really good.
Finally, Mom, I understand.