Silence

     In the dark moments of the mornings just before day break is my silent moment of solitude. I cherish these few moments of reflection. It gives me time to write blog posts and time to just be me. The me who isn't constantly "on" or needed at every waking second of the day. 

     Silence is when my self dialogue kicks in. Ponding how my day will unfold and preplanning conversations that haven't even taken place yet. I rehearse any reading materials that I will use in upcoming lessons or I make lists of things that need to be done. Silence is forgiving and will allow you to embrace thoughts. 

     Silence is usually broke by a faint giggle drifting from my very rambunctious toddler's room. She always wakes up in a happy mood ready to play. She is what makes each morning spent at home special. I long for lazy Saturdays when I'm the one to wake her. She is always surprised when I walk into the room and will repeatedly say, "momma" until I lift her out of the crib. 

     Silence is also a time of fear. Taylor catches every virus coming and going and on nights when she is congested I hear the clogged breathing. There is a silence of movement except for the rhythm of each breath, cough, and moan. In many ways I have always feared that something would happen at night, so I usually sleep on the floor of her room. I wake over every sound made. Those restless nights are always tiring and long. 

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   Back to reality. The various roosters are starting their morning chorus of crowing. Taylor is soon to follow with her laughing. I guess I'll catch up with you guys later.