Last month when I was at daughter’s home in Hartford, the symphony of children’s voices was deafening. My ears ached. I would try to hush them. It didn’t work. They screeched more.
Added to their ear splitting yells were the voices of neighboring children whose moms weren’t at home to see where their children spent their time. To the children I must have seemed a monster curtailing their merriment. In desperation I would threaten dire measurements, which I wasn’t going to implement in reality. They didn’t know that, but my empty threats had no effect over their sky high decibels.
The neighboring children would keep circling our home. They would wait till daughter’s kids came down, and then they would bang at the patio door to let them in.
I dreaded mornings when the children woke up, and came down. I would give them their breakfast. After that the noise picked up. I am used to quietness, and silence at home with Son. When daughter came back home, I would get a huge relief from keeping an eye on the children.
Daughter wasn’t at home. She was an acting chaplain at a hospital. She had to stay for nights too, and attend to the patients when needed.
I couldn’t take more with ear aches, and headaches brought on with the daily noise. It multiplied as the day went, and much to daughter’s regret I didn’t extend my stay with them.
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