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A Few Moments of Silence on a Saturday Morning
I revel in quiet and routine.
My Saturday mornings have been a ritual for years. I wake up at the same time as a weekday. Feed my kids breakfast (waffles or pancakes, depending on the mood). Then leave and do errands, spending a few glorious hours on my own. Trader Joe’s and Target are my staples and I can wander the aisles unencumbered by requests for food items not on my list or a crying baby. I could likely complete my errands quickly, but I take my time, savoring the time to myself.
Not only do I have the time alone in the store, but also the drive in my minivan. Rather than listening to the current kid music obsession on repeat, I can make my own selections of either music or an audiobook. Yesterday, it was This is the Story of a Happy Marriage by Ann Patchett.
However, my iPhone was dangerously low on battery. Usually not a problem, but the USB charger in my van appeared to be on the fritz and was not actually charging. Since my shopping list is on my phone, I quickly decided to turn it off entirely, in an effort to conserve enough battery to use in the store. I haven’t listened to the radio in years and can’t stand commercials so my only other option was silence.
After acclimating myself for a few moments, I realized what the silence offered.
