Time for quiet

There's something about the quiet that beckons me to sit and sip on hot tea, despite the mess of a house surrounding me.
Maybe it's because the quiet moments are so few and far between that I am in desperate need of time to sit with only my thoughts to keep me company.
That's something about having your first baby, that no matter how many times you've been told, you can not understand until it's upon you.
I don't miss the long hot showers or the uninterrupted sleep.
I don't miss the ability to stay out late or watch a movie in a theater.
I don't miss the time freedom or relaxing evenings.
I don't even really miss the hours of alone time with my husband.
I have adjusted to our new life.
We are a family of 3 now.
We make it work, and it works well.
Todd and I find time.
We still go out, even if it's a little more difficult.
What I miss is time for myself.
Only me and my thoughts.
I didn't realize how important they were to my well being until recently.
Up until lately, I have been filling the quite in the house with chores that were undone and fun projects that I wanted to do.
I filled the quiet with a shower and hair and make-up.
Dinner.
TV.
A book.
I have always filled the quiet.
I believe this has hurt me.
My patience is shorter.
My compassion and grace less.
I believe this is because I have filled the quiet moments.

One a day.
I will take one quite moment a day to just sit and be.
An experiment.
I believe this will be good for me.
Good for my family.

They need me at my best and that is what I desire to give to them.
One a day.