Saira had twin boys. Well they were not exactly twins but there were just 11months between them and for all practicalities they were like twins. As you can imagine, her house was always filled with excited voices, magnified screams, simultaneous laughter and heartbreaking crying.
One day as Saira went about her household chores leaving the two boys playing in the lounge she heard something unusual.
On further investigation she discovered them in the bathroom with her younger son standing in a bucket of water with his clothes on and her older son pouring water on his head with a mug. Apparently they felt the heat of the summer and decided to have a bath with the younger one going first.
For a mother, silence sets off alarm bells. If there is silence and my 4 year old is not asleep then he is definitely up to no good. And if when I approach him he tells me that he is not doing anything I can be sure that he has already done it.
My son is extremely talkative and he is talking non-stop until he falls asleep. Literally. He talks while watching TV since there are a lot of questions to be asked, he talks while he’s having a bath and of course his stories are endless while he’s playing.
When I was pregnant with him he heard a lot of silence. I used to go to work where I would sit alone in my own office, come home and read a bit, not watch any TV and fall asleep. My husband was working in another city so there was nobody to talk to either. After all that silence, I think my son is making up for it.
But now I am so used to the house echoing my son’s personality, that when he is not around the silence can be deafening.
Chitter chatter, chatter chatter
Through the whole day,
It’s really so much better,
To hear my son play.
Tick tock, tick tock,
Go the clocks in my home
No sounds of sweet talk
When my son’s out to roam.
Weekly Writing Challenge: The Sound of Silence