I am a talker. I need to talk to release whatever it is that goes on in my head. I went to a psychic church once and was offered 'healing'. The person didn't touch me, just sort of ran their hands slowly around my body. They spent a lot of time around my head. She was there for a good five minutes before she slumped down onto a chair and said to me, "Sorry, but there's a lot going on in your head and I'm exhausted by it."
"Oh right," I sighed. "Make me feel good - NOT"
That experience was a negative experience for me and I became conscientiously aware of what and how much I was saying. Frustration led to seeking justification for my attempts to remain silence. To this very day my favourite is from Kahlil Gibran
"You speak when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts"
But back to my kids, and really this is about the silence that they express loudly around the house. Let's meet all four.
The eldest who when she doesn't want to listen she responds with a nod and either hides in her room or rushes around the house loudly! Second born smiles loudly. No matter what response you expect, this one will meet you with 'that' smile. Pursue a response and you may be met with a loud snarly smile.
Number three has learned much from watching the eldest. Stomping, rustling and loud 'sighs' fill the room with ice. And then there is the only male in our house. Our youngest. He is quite like me, loud and sometimes annoying. He's hopeless at maintaining silence. I am proud that he possesses this trait (sometimes).
Loud kids live at my house. Let em roar!
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