I was digging my plot when I heard her. The two boys were obviously clowning about and she so wanted them to behave. So in her frustration she shouted at them, at the top pitch of her voice. I laughed. She had not noticed me. She turned and said she was so sorry for screaming like that. She just wished they would behave. I told her, “There is plenty of time for that.”
I told her the story of the mother who just wanted some silence.
The baby is teething-the children are fighting. My husband just called and said to eat dinner without him. Okay, one of these days you'll shout: "Why don't you grow up and act your age!" and they will, or "You guys get outside and find yourselves something to do...and don't slam the door!"...and they won't.
You'll straighten up their rooms neat and tidy, discarded toys put away. Bed clothes tucked and smooth ... toys displayed on the shelves...hangars in the closet...animals caged, and you'll say out loud:, "Now I want it to stay that way!" and it will.
You'll prepare a perfect dinner with a salad that hasn't been picked to death and a cake with no finger traces in it and you'll say, "Now there's a meal for a company." and you'll eat it alone.
You'll say, "I want complete privacy on the phone. No dancing around, no pantomimes, no demolition crews. Silence! Do you hear?", and you'll have it. No more plastic tablecloths stained with spaghetti, no more anxious nights under a vaporizer tent, no more dandelion bouquets, no more iron-on patches, knotted shoestrings, or chewing gum hair.
Imagine, a lipstick with a point, no babysitter for New Year's Eve, washing clothes only once a week, no P.T.A. meetings, no school runs, blaring radios, Christmas presents out of toothpicks and paste. No more "Wet Oatmeal Kisses". No more tooth fairy giggles in the dark, or knees to heal.
Only a voice crying..."Why don't you grow up?", and the silence echoing ......."I did."
Enjoy the day. It might be raining tomorrow. Enjoy your friend today you may be alone tomorrow. Enjoy the love even that does not always last forever.
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