Quiet

What mother doesn't appreciate a little time to themselves? Putting the checklist on hold and hearing nothing? Not Barney nor Elmo. Not my sweet girl's words in need of deciphering nor my boy's amusing questions that, sometimes, take time to decipher. Not the dishwasher, clothes washer or dryer which up to a few minutes ago were all humming along. The nothing that holds everything for a moment. Who I am, where I want to be, and how I am doing. It is my secret place, seldom visited, some times hard to find, but always needed. It is not where I want to stay long, just visit frequently.