saturday morning means dada-date to claud: swimming lessons and cafe, DVD browsing and rewards chart shopping. she is always ecstatic at the promise of it. ecstasy is so noisy! my shoulders relax as i hear their feet
finally crunch gravel on the drive. after the gate clangs closed the incredible racket of a toddler and a father getting ready for a morning out is still palpable, for a minute. ah, quiet. welcome back, i remember you! the cheerful baby sleeps on lulled by rain tapping and wood fire warmth. the minutes tick by.
i hadn't considered that possibility. ooh the possibilities! i could nap, read, or cook something frivolous. i could blog, facebook or email, from my bed. i
could clean, tidy and sort. or i could just stare into space some more, rub my itchy foot in the carpet a bit longer and then have a pot of tea. but i have had a nagging 'i-want-to'. i crave craft as much as quiet these days. and perish the thought of leaving my cosy lair and waking my peaceful baby for a gift shop!
but the likelihood of baby waking precludes creativity. this is paint by numbers printing and i just want to get them done. with my hands busy my mind sifts. i think of the lovely muted noises you can hear when the more noisy-noise pause: chook clucks, a page turned, tiny baby snores. ahh. i think about birthdays past, and how old we are all getting, but the big picture passing of time seems so insignificant compared with a whole morning of surprise quiet freedom.
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