It’s 5:30am, and I’m sitting at my laptop in the corner of our family room. Coffee steams on the side table. My dog snores across the room.

dawn behind the maple tree

It is quiet.

I have never been a morning person. I also didn’t need quiet the way I do now. Being a parent has driven me to seek out quiet wherever I can find it. Right now, it means setting my coffee pot and my alarm clock for 5am.

I get  two, read that, TWO HOURS, of precious blissful quiet when I crawl out of bed at 5am. I crave it so much that I’m willing to give up sleep, which was the thing I valued most during my first ten years of motherhood.

I need the quiet to settle, to think ideas through without being interrupted by a sibling argument or another version of the same request I responded to seconds ago. This time to myself keeps me sane.



Writing prompt “Quiet” from Lisa-Jo for Five Minute Friday