Noise , noise , noise

Isn't it wonderful that the world if full of so many noises? We have birds and waterfalls to calm us. Laughter to make us smile . Honking horns and shouts from unhappy drivers to boil our blood. The noise of hundreds and hundreds of people looking for a bargain in Walmart on a Saturday to make us wonder why in the world did we venture out. Did we really need to save a few pennies THAT badly? And, in my world it is the noise of three beautiful children named" Bear (6)"," Bunny"(4), and "Pup"(2 1/2). Our house isn't quiet. Even when we try to be quiet there still seems to be a small hum ( like a floresent light) in our home. Children make noise and the more children you add the more noise. It's basic math. Every morning my children wake up WAY too early and come downstairs. While I am thankful for their independence I wish they could come down a little differently . Bunny is often called "our little elephant" . For such a small girl she does everything hard. Closes door with a bang, walks like she is trying to kill a thousand ants, and sings like she is performing a concert for a million people without a working microphone! For some reason she doesn't always do this, only when her dear mother is still trying to sleep. How thoughtful. A typical day in my house will have me staring , glassy eyed while I have three children trying to tell me three different stories at the exact same time. And while I pride myself on being a very multitasking mother I have yet to figure out how to make my ears and brain figure out that much information at one time! I do enjoy my children's creativity and the fact that they still want to tell me things. ( I'm sure when the teenage years come I will be begging them to talk to me) But, trying to keep every story straight and making sure each child feels important can tire me out it and make my head swim! While the constant noise can put me in a mild over stimulated coma like trance at times I am eternally grateful for the opportunity to hear every last sound. When I hear my children's laughter and the stories that they make up together I am encouraged that they will not only be siblings, but friends. When they tell me what they have done I know they are proud of their acomplishments. When I hear them sing or play instruments I know that they are gaining an appreciation for music. And when I hear " I love you mommy" a million times a day it makes me feel good that we are creating a home where these children feel loved , safe, and are happy. Isn't that worth a little extra noise? Besides, if the extra decibles in our house have harmed me in any way I will just get them to pitch in and buy me a hearing aid when I'm old and gray. That's the least they can do , right?