In a house with three very active boys, there is a
LOT of noise. So
much sometimes the walls shake, and my eyelids twitch.
Right now I have baby noises, 5 year old noises, and 8 year old noises in my house. Combine them together it is like an orchestra that is completely out of sync with each other which results in the patrons asking for their money back.
Big T is in a phase. My extremely literal everything-is-black-and-white-so-don’t-show me-any-gray son is catching an attitude. I don’t know who he caught it from, but we’d like to give it back ASAP. He’s testing his big 8 year old boundaries and his mother’s patience. But that is a post for another time, or it could possibly be a book. Only time will tell.
But I have to say that there are things that are said and/or done by my 8 year old that is music to my ears. I’m not kidding. It’s the kind of sound that creates a heart-swelling-with-pride-and-happiness feeling.
Since Big T has been back at school, he comes home, has his snack, does whatever homework needs to be done (if any), and then can’t wait to get his nose into a book. Pure heaven! Not for the fact that he is reading to himself quietly…okay, I’m not going to lie…that is a HUGE bonus. But for the sheer fact that he is reading and it isn’t a battle to get him to do it.
But the sweetest sound that Big T is making these days isn’t just reading. It’s that he is reading to his brothers. It makes my jaw drop when he actually asks to read to Sweet Pea. The very brother he has just spent the last two hours trying to get away from OR trying to pummel into the ground.
But with books, they are on the same team. Big T loves to read, and Sweet Pea loves to hear the stories. Sweet Pea is focused and absolutely captivated when his brother reads to him.
In fact, since Big T started reading to Sweet Pea (and occasionally Buggy if he will sit still long enough…fat chance) not only has his reading improved a ton, but now I find Sweet Pea sitting on the couch trying his very best to read to himself. Can you feel my mommy heart swelling with pride?
That sound, the sound of my oldest son reading to his younger siblings. That is the sound I’m choosing to hold onto this week. The one I’m choosing to remember and the sound that I will never let go of. Because there is seriously nothing sweeter to my mommy ears, and that’s what life is about….remembering its sweetness.
What is your “sweetness” from this past week?