Recently in the community I live in, there has been several tragic situations that have led to the deaths of children. One toddler passed away following a valiant fight against cancer. His family’s faith and their bold witness of it is extremely humbling. Yesterday, two mothers buried their children at the same time. All three siblings, their father, and a family friend died in a plane crash just minutes away from the local airport. Just this weekend, I learned of a former classmate whose 18-year-old son passed away suddenly.
My heart feels so much sadness for these mothers. I cannot imagine the despair they are going through. I have known the pain and the notable silence of a life without children that my barrenness once caused. But now that I am a mother, I cannot even wrap my head around going from sitting in a home that used to be filled with the chatter of a teenager engaging in an energetic conversation, a television in the background blasting a video game, or the imaginative sound effects children make when they play, to sitting in that same home that is now silent. I cannot fathom what it must feel like to walk into a home that once housed children with great dreams, loving embraces, and inquisitive yearnings about life, that now houses empty spaces, thick tears, precious (yet painful) memories, wounded hearts, and sorrowful aches.
Sometimes I long for just one moment of complete silence in the home or the car. Sometimes I wished my little ones could dial down the volume a bit; or at least, maybe not like the sound of their own voices quite as much as they do. These recent tragedies in my community have helped me to keep it all in perspective though.
I will take the squeals, the laughter, the “I’m gonna tell mommy”, the fights, the cries, and the constant chatter. I will take the background noise of a television that is too loud, or the bang of a drum from a little boy who thinks he is rock star. I will take the non-stop questions of soon-to-be 4-year-old who still thinks it is never too early to get out of bed in the morning, or implores for her questions to be answered.
Actually, I am not just gonna take it. I am going to embrace it. I am going to remember the gift of noise. I am going to be grateful for my Heavenly Father who has given it all to me.
I am going to embrace the noise.
8 thoughts on “Embracing the Noise”
Praise the Lord for the noise of our children and grandchildren. I follow and pray for several children who are battling childhood cancer ir other terminal illnesses. My heart aches for these families.
I agree with you. Thanks so much for reading my post. Thank you even more though for reaching up in prayer for families whose children are fighting to live. Bless you.
I was single till I was 34. There were many silent days and nights which I cherished. So when I got married I thought I would never get use to my husband making noise. Then when my son came along I knew that my quite times were gone for good. But my son is now 15 and I know the day is coming when I will get my quite time back. To tell you the truth I will miss the noise. It all goes by so fast and to have their life cut short is so tragic. So thank you Lord for the noise!
So true Lillie. Thanks for sharing.
What a Wonderful Post!!!! Thanks for sharing and my heart goes out to the families that have lost their loved ones…… I rejoice at your response by embracing your own family. Take Care and God Bless 🙂 Kenny T
I read this post when you first wrote it and just last night I watched the movie Courageous for the first time. The combination of the two has really caused me to once again check my heart in those moments of screaming, crying, whining and teasing. (The noises that are the most difficult for me to embrace.) Thank you for the reminder to “embrace the noise.” It is one that I need often around here :).
What a beautiful idea.