Five Minute Friday - a free write, which means, as our hostess, Kate Motaung, says, "...no editing, no over thinking no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation. Just write."
This week's prompt is: SILENCE
To be honest, this is a really hard prompt for me, because silence is not something that I've had a lot of experience with and, on the rare occasions that I have experienced it, it drives me crazy!
I grew up an only child, but my dad was a mechanic and ran his own business at home. The shop was right next to our house. All day long cars and trucks were coming and going, people were talking and laughing, and the clinking and clanking of metal could be heard ringing out as my dad worked on his customer's vehicles and other equipment. There was always a motor of some kind running.
Besides that, there were always people at our house...friends, family members, friends from church, customers. Sometimes friends or family members would come stay with us for a few days, weeks, or even months, until they could find a job, get on their feet, or deal with whatever else that they might have going on at the time. Plus my grandma and grandpa lived with us, too.
In addition to being a mechanic, my dad was a musician. In the evenings he would sing as he played his guitar and harmonica. Oftentimes, other musician friends would join him and bring their families along and everyone was always welcome! The men would play music, the women would crochet or do some other handiwork while they visited, and us children would play together and have a ball! There was always an invitation to come early and have supper. It wasn't unusual for my mother to go through 100 pounds of potatoes or more in a week's time to feed all the people who came through our doors. It's just how it was and that's how I grew up.
The point is...it was seldom, if ever, quiet at our house...and I liked it that way! I liked all the hustle and bustle of all the people coming and going. What a blessing it was to grow up with such fond and crazy memories!
Then...our own household...a house full of children (four boys and two girls)...24 years of homeschooling, friends, family, neighbors, ministry...lots of people, lots of laughter, lots of noise. It's how it's always been.
Now that it's just my husband and I, it's definitely quieter than it used to be, and I don't mind the quiet. I just can't stand silence. I sleep with a fan year-round just for the noise. Otherwise, I hear every little sound that there is and cannot sleep at all.
I've heard the saying that "silence is golden" but, to me, silence is so deafening that I can barely tolerate it.
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