I remember a while back, washing dishes in the kitchen and suddenly thinking, “Huh, they’re being awfully quiet. I wonder what’s up…”
I walked back to the bedroom. The door was closed. Uh-oh.
Slightly terrified, I pushed it open, bracing myself for what I might find inside. And my eyes did indeed fall upon a shocking sight, but not the kind I was expecting.
There, sitting side-by-side on the little toddler bed, were my 3-year-old and 1-year-old, reading books. (Ok, so they weren’t technically “reading,” but they were absorbed) They looked up at me and smiled, and I just shook my head in wonder.
I guess quiet can be a good thing. 🙂