The Sound of Silence

Something is happening in my life now that is equally as peaceful as it is disturbing. If you haven’t been reading long, you might not know that I am a mother of two girls. And one of my jobs as the mother of said children, ages 7 and 11, is to chauffer them around town, to school, to church, for food, to dance, etc.
Now in the 11 years that I’ve had this job, there has been little peace. Oh, sometimes they fall asleep or they get really intent in a movie, but for the most part there’s always, always been some drama in the back seat. Being in this small, unescapable place that is my car has not always brought out the best in my girls. Fights over who looks out what window, who is making mouth noises, who chooses the music, who really knows the words to the music, drama over nosebleeds, sickness, and who can see the moon.
It’s not always bad drama, sometimes there’s good drama, like sharing the day’s joy, funny jokes they can’t wait to tell their dad, new people they met, and crazy things that happened that week at school. The bottom line is there’s always background noise.
But lately, after I drop off the 7 year old at school and begin my trek to the middle school, the strangest thing happens. Ladies and gentlemen, I’m talking about silence. She looks out whatever window she wants, with no drama, or studies her school notes, or brings her own music and headphones, or sketches in her journal, and there is zero noise. She isn’t mad, I’m sure of it.
I’ve spent 11 years knowing every thought that came to her mind, and now she’s developed a filter. Peaceful, and disturbing.

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