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
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
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.
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
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