Am I the only bad Mama who was ever done this?
My boys are scaling the walls, shrieking and running around, bouning off the furniture like bumper cars, and I say, “Hey guys, can you keep it down?”
“Guys, serioulsy, can you take it outside or quiet down for a little bit?”
Yet more shrieking.
No one even pretending to listen, let alone give a flying flip.
“GUYS!!!! WOULD YOU STOP YELLING???!!!!!”
Blank stares from all, for the psycho mom who is now yelling about not yelling.
Another shining example of my mothering skills.
Well, today, we had some buddies come over to play. Their mom is a dear, sweet friend whom I love all to pieces. We go way back, but we lost touch over the years. We managed to reconnect in the last few months though, and it has been such an unbelievable gift for me. Not only do we have her and her fun husband back, but they have brought with them some of the most scrumptious little cherry pies that you can imagine. Two girls and a boy have joined them since we hung out with them last.
Her little ones are a perfect fit with mine. The orderly, determined oldest plays great with her mirror image, my Luke. The wildly charming middle kid cooks up fabulously devious schemes with my equally wild and charming middle kid, James. Her easy going, little dumpling youngest hardly misses a beat when my littlest punk orders him around.
It’s a little slice of heaven, a very LOUD slice of heaven.
Honestly, I’m really glad to know that it’s not just my kids. Glory be, her kids are as ear-splittingly loud as mine! Seriously, this makes me so happy, because it either means that mine are normal, or that we have good company in our abnormalness! Brilliant!
All six ran all over the house, crap flying in their wake, paint peeling off the walls from the sheer strain of the decibel level, and then I gave them sugar, because I’m a sucker for punishment.
Then just about the time the noise level began to get to me, I heard Ryder make some sort of little slurpy gurgling noise with his popsicle that reminded me of the baby noises that he used to make. It hit me like a ton of bricks. The baby noises! The sweet baby noises that are all gone now. I remember how I ached for those little noises to evolve into a first word, a first phrase. Then I hung on every little syllable, waiting for the barking demands to flower into sentences that revealed his personality and ideas.
It occurs to me that today’s noises will fade away just as those gurgles have. In a blink, I’m afraid, my guys won’t feel as free to just yell or cry out or giggle with such wild, childish abandon.
I will miss these sounds when they are gone. At my core, I know that to be true. So, I will try to remember it, the next time their sweet, angelic little voices are driving me to bellow, “WOULD YOU PLEASE JUST BE QUIET FOR ONE BLOODY MINUTE???????”
I don’t really mean it. Not really.
So thanks, friends, for helping me see the beauty in noise today. It was a good lesson for me.
And you know, it was probably a good lesson for my boy to get his butt kicked by a girl too. 🙂