Last Tuesday I learned how loud silence can be.
My house was empty.
After 30 years of parenting, 20 of those years homeschooling, the Lord led us to enroll our last and only child at home in private Christian school. Homeschooling was an amazing adventure when all kids were home, but when they grew up and moved out, our home changed. I didn’t want our daughter to stare at her mom across the dining room table all through junior and senior high school. It was the end of a beloved era.
I miss the five kids that have moved out. I miss their laughter, singing, piano playing (including the frustrated hand-slamming on the keys signature to one of my kids), the giggle-fits, footsteps, stomping up and down the stairs, the front door slam that shakes the whole house, the toys, the games, the adventures, and even the fight over the favorite spoon. They were our life. They were our joy. They were our #1 hobby.
They grew up too fast. I heard older women say this but in my sleep-deprived, puke-wearing, kid-on-each-hip stage of life I couldn’t even fathom them all being able to wipe themselves, let alone dare grow up and move out. The women were right. In a blink child-rearing came and went.
Hubby and I saw the emptiness approaching, along with a need for a life change. We knew we would always miss the kids, but we needed to finish strong with the last child, and reinvent all of our changing lives.
Our theme word for this new stage is “THRIVE.” The theme for their teenage years was “SURVIVE” so you might see a pattern here.
A teenage dream, a dream I dared publish in my newspaper column, has been to write a novel. A dream I intentionally and willingly set aside for the #1 desire of my life, to raise six kids.
In Anne of Green Gables, Anne gives up her personal plans when Matthew dies and Marilla needs help on the farm. When Marilla later hires help she tells Anne, “It’s time to dust off some of your ambitions.”
Anne replies, “I feel as though someone’s handed me the moon… and I don’t exactly know what to do with it. ”
I know what I want to do with the moon over my new horizon. These are the same goals I’ve had for the past few years, but now I have all day, not random time slots here and there.
1. Learn the craft of writing (attending American Christian Fiction Writers ACFW, for first time September 2015)
2. Finish novel
3. Write daily (blog regularly again!)
4. Social media daily
5. Friendship investment (phone calls, emails, letters)
6. Exercise (take back what ten years of cancer and new diagnosis of osteoporosis have taken)
7. House projects (decluttering, organizing, and purging all the stuff I accumulated for six kids)
And we were off to our new adventure.
Ran. Showered. Drove kid to school. Wrote. Breakfast. Wrote. Lunch. Laundry. Errands. Social media. Pick up kid from school.
The house was empty, the nothingness echoing on the walls. I could hear my own footsteps, my own breathing, and my own rustling in my chair and in the cupboards.
It was so quiet I could hear myself think. Contrast those years when I would imitate my mother, also the awesome mom of six kids, and yell at the rambunctious tow-heads, “It’s so noisy I can’t hear myself think!”
The day passed quickly. I worked on a few scenes from WIP and wrote about 500 new words.
Ran. Showered. Drove kid to school. Wrote. Breakfast. Looked at clock. 8:32am. Wrote. Laundry. Looked at clock. 9:47am. Wrote. Looked at clock. 10:18am. Feeling pressure to perform. Wrote 200 words.
The day crawled by. It hit me. I was all alone. Very alone. Nobody-to-talk-to alone. Nobody-to-eat-with alone. Nobody-to-annoy-me-while-I’m-writing alone.
The house-is-empty alone.
My biggest challenge won’t be finishing my novel. It will be learning to be alone so I can finish my novel. And staying on task instead of scraping gunk off the sink stopper, picking lint out of the dryer vents, or stacking my towels in alphabetical order.
While I am adjusting to being along, our daughter is adjusting to being around a lot of people all day. A lot of people. All day. She’s not a raging extrovert like her mother, so I tried to give her great motherly advice about making friends and introducing herself.
She said, “Mom, I’m not you.”
The world is very thankful because one of me is enough, thank you very much. Having introverted writer friends comes in handy. At least I have some understanding of what she feels like. I told her she didn’t have to introduce herself to 20 people like I would, that one would be good enough. Just one. And I gave her the introvert’s secret weapon, the smile. If you aren’t engaging in the conversation, stand with a small smile so you look welcoming and friendly, not stuck-up.
The good news is, the kids at the school are either like me or they took their parents’ awesome advice, because on her first day of school at least five kids came up and introduced themselves to her.
Mr. P. and I are adjusting to being married with one child, not married with a house full of them. We have more time together because we aren’t buying two carts of groceries, keeping six growing kids in clothes and shoes, and doing 2-3 loads of laundry a day. (follow our marital adventures with Facebook hashtag #MarriedtoMrP)
Yes, on the first day of the rest of my life I was given the moon.
And I know what to do with it.
Cherrie Herrin-Michehl says
I love how this ended, linked in full circle with the beginning.
Yep, the reverberating silence is why I go to coffee shops. 🙂 Sanity.
Mindy Peltier says
Someone else mentioned coffee shops so I can be around people and still write. Thanks for the suggestion, it seems like that might be what I need to do. Thanks for your encouragement!
I look forward to tagging along on this new chapter. 🙂
Mindy Peltier says
Thanks, Tandis. I think of you so often. I miss seeing you every summer. You are so special to me!
Jan Cline says
I have a hard time imagining you with a quiet house. I’m so glad you are finally finding time to write and you will get that novel done! It’s all about refocusing and letting things be what they are. Enjoy!!
Mindy Peltier says
Yes, hard to imagine Peltier home quiet. 🙂 But, I am enjoying the time and trying to be productive. It’s wonderful to have time to read and write.
Mindy Peltier says
Thanks for the vote of confidence. It looked so easy to write a novel when I first started out, I’ve had to stop over and over again and learn a writing skill to finish the book. Yes, you are my inspiration. You went after your dreams and are successful. And, yes, you will be shooting my head shots for the book jacket. 🙂 Love you, too!
I know all your dreams will come true. Mine come true daily….. I just had to learn that I am allowed to change my dreams. I can’t wait to read your first novel! And if the house seems too quiet to think… do what I do, sit on the deck and listen to the neighbors. : ) It’s not the same as the farm where I used to listen to the ducks, geese and the wind in the leaves but at least it’s background noise.
Love you! Janet