The Sweetest Sound
Anyone who knows me, knows that my husband is frequently a source of frustration, aggravation and bewilderment. I assiduously avoid any gratuitous praise (like he should get a parade for running the vacuum?), but I must diverge from the usual condescending and cavalier attitude that I project for humor’s sake. (He knows how I really feel and indulges me when I need to use him as a punch line.) I am truly blessed to have a husband who is really a full partner in parenting.
Due to our work schedules, we alternate morning and evening duty with the kids. The morning shift includes getting everyone up, dressed, lunches packed, breakfast served, dog walked and all to the bus stop on time. Today my husband had morning duty which meant that I was off the parenting clock for a moment and could get myself - and only myself - ready for work.
As it happens, my bathroom shares a wall with the kitchen. I can hear very well what transpires over the breakfast bar while I am laboring over hair and makeup.
Most often what I hear is the ritual dance of early morning, time sensitive conflict. It has all the tranquility of an air raid siren with the attendant chaos. I can usually tune this out, but occasionally I have to step in.
Today what got my attention was a different sound – the sound of laughter. My husband and son were ready ahead of schedule, enjoying easy conversation and lots of giggles. Being on the other side of the wall and able to enjoy this moment anonymously was sa-weet! Very sweet, indeed.
