Poetry, Short Stories

Silenced as lambs…

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As my 4yr old bangs on the doors I cringe.
She calls it music, I call it noise.
As I open my mouth
to request she stop the racket,  I pause, 
holding my tongue — I am silenced.

She’s used to me asking
that she be quiet,
so after her drum session she asks, 
“Mom,  was that too loud?”
I shook my head, “No.”

Then internally I asked myself
how often have I asked her to be quiet?
How often did I see
her 4 yr old creativity as an annoyance?

For a little while
I tolerated her loudness and smiled,
because if I keep silencing her
she may no longer want to be expressive —
I would have silenced her one time too many.

I am now aware
of the power my words can have
on such an impressionable mind,
for, I too, was silenced as a child.

I remember now, how stifled I felt.
It was then that I started 
keeping my thoughts and feelings
to myself.

My mom wondered
why I didnt communicate more.
She called me secretive, 
just like my father.

But why should she expect
communicating to be natural, 
when I spent so much time
being silenced?

Children in my Era
were raised to be
seen and not heard —
Silenced as lambs.

I have to be aware
of my actions now,
with my own children,
so I don’t repeat those mistakes.

I want my children
to be open with me,
to be expressive as individuals, 
to have a voice.

I want them to speak up
in the face of injustice,
but do so in the right forum, 
otherwise their views
will just be disregarded as noise.

I’m on a mission,
to not silence my munchkin,
but to teach her when
it’s okay to be loud and when to be quiet.

Silence should not be
a requirement but a gift —
to reflect,  to recharge,
to respect others.

Choosing silence,
knowing when to be a gentle lamb, 
is much more valuable
than being a silenced lamb.

This is a life lesson I hope to never forget!


Contents written: September 1 2016
Originally published: September 2 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


9 thoughts on “Silenced as lambs…”

  1. Grrat post!
    I hope you don’t mind me quoting you here:
    “Children in my Era
    were raised to be
    seen and not heard —
    Silenced as lambs.”

    You are correct in this. This is why I am unable to be expressive. My boys are loud, I mean ear shattering LOUD! I do have to quiet them down a little but I let them be expressive. I want them to be comfortable crying, being mad, being happy, laughing, even yelling!

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  2. “But why should she expect
    communicating to be natural,
    when I spent so much time
    being silenced?”

    I can relate completely. with the whole post really. i have a four year old i am quick to quiet as well. and like you, i want him to feel open and have the desire to speak to me, to tell me things. if i continue shutting his 4 year old way of communicating, not only when he’s 16 will he be less likely to divulge, but I as a mother, will hold the habit of shushing a now, 16 year olds way of communicating.

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    1. Yes.
      I wrote this a while ago. But it was a timely reminder for me as well. Sometimes I forget the goals I set for myself.

      Glad you liked it. Thanks for reading. ☺

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