Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Away

Matt and the kids are in NY for a couple of days; Matt needs to accompany his dad on some medical appointments, and the kids will have a much-wanted Grandma visit. It's always eerily silent when they are away--and the time becomes a rare opportunity to hear what our neighborhood actually sounds like. I hear my teenage neighbor obsessively bouncing his lacrosse ball off the trampoline-like net that springs it back toward him every few seconds. The occasional plane take-off or approach to landing is suddenly audible. And the noises within the house are more prominent, too. The grandfather clock is tick, tock, ticking away. The laptop in the corner of the living room chirps from time to time, questioning why it's been forgotten and allowed to rest so long today!

When I returned home from work tonight (not too, too late, though it is easy to work late when the house is empty--and the next two nights will be work events!), I could still smell the lingering soap/steam scent from Matt's shower, and the kids' sleep smell seemed to hang in their room. I'll snuggle their blankets to me tonight, a nice reminder of them sleeping soundly a state away.

I miss them, all of them. And the gift of this time is how their absence shines a light on how I sometimes miss them when they're all right here. Don't get my wrong...the silence is a gift. But what I learn from it is part of that gift as well. They are such treasures.

2 comments:

Minister and Friend said...

I remember. as I just read your blog entry those same emotions when Mom and you girls would be in Owego, or traveling to Michigan. Grateful for the silence, yet feeling that something was missing not only from the house, but from our family. And I can remember the sounds...the mouse running across the floor, and there was the 'sounds of silence' which were temporary...knowing that you girls and Mom WOULD be home soon...grateful I was for the change of life's style, and also for each of you...thank you for writing...

Amy said...

Last Memorial Day weekend I had all three days to myself. I took a long bubble bath, a 25 mile bike ride, and then.... I started to freak out that I'd never see my family again. That they'd die in some horrible crash and I'd have to live in my big lonely house all alone.

It was a major pity party on my part.

And I was so so so happy to see them when they came home.

PS--I know I'm nuts. I think it might be PTSD from all the years of anticipating bad phone calls about my mom's medical conditions.