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Happy Noise

My house is noisy.  Six kids, three adults, two cats and a dog.
 
Mornings are brimming with activity; dinnertime is bustling with chatter.  And in case I haven't told you, I am married to Captain Fun, so evenings are especially loud.
 
That is why I learned to separate the happy  from the unhappy noise. 
 
A whiny child is unhappy noise, as is an escalating argument among siblings.
 
Squeals of laughter from the den --happy noise.  Captain Fun calling out the rules to a game.  Ditto.
 
Silas hitting the piano keys--happy.  Silas hitting his sister--unhappy.
 
You get the idea.
 
I am a writer--or at least I aspire to be.  And writing requires solitude, quiet, tranquility. 
 
In the past I would wait for these elusive elements to come to me before I could write.  However, the more kids I had, the less they appeared.  Consequently,  I have learned to write through the racket.  And while the happy noise is easier to embrace, the unhappy  is simply part of it.
 
Now that I have launched three of my nine kids, I know that  gradually, yet quickly,  both kinds of clamor will fade, and nothing will remain except peace and quiet.
 
And chances are Captain Fun and  I may not be too happy about that.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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