Solitude is a cool word. Not like, “Whoa! Dude! That’s cool!” It’s not even beatnik cool. Solitude is like a cool brook meandering in a silent forest.
I have three daughters. Solitude is fleeting. My house normally sounds like a dozen roofers pounding nails, that little Who from Whoville prancing around banging cymbals, a tornado siren blaring, and Leatherface trimming my hedges with his trusty chainsaw.
There is no loneliness in our household. My wife and I make jokes about it. She is going to run away to Costa Rica, I’m going to divorce her and let her keep the kids…oh, you play that game too.
The girls will be home from school soon. Let the games begin.
We have solitude all the time and love it but after we have had a visit no matter how short when children are involved we look forward to them leaving and then when they do we wish they were back. 🙂
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Haha! I know the feeling, but at the same time they are so sweet.
Earlier I was thinking about my four year old. She was playing doctor a few months ago and went around the house yelling, “I lost a patient!”
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LOL. They make you laugh.
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Everyday.
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🙂
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Funny. I like your humor.
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Thank you. I appreciate you stopping by.
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Three daughters, wow. I can just imagine the arguments. But I’m told that they’re worth it — you don’t get much quiet, but you’re never totally alone. Seems like a good balance.
Here’s what I think about solitude.
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I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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