Dear friends, it is been far too long since I've written anything. I suppose many of you have ceased to even check this blog. That's okay. Our December was quite busy, as I imagine yours was as well. The days have been long; full of joy and frustration, often simultaneously. But, I suppose that's the way with little ones. I have been at a crossroads in regards to training my children in how to conduct themselves in the presence of adult company.
My natural tendency is to flee from the old "children should be seen and not heard." But, sometimes (actually, most of the time), that leaves no opportunity for adult conversation. I want for my little ones to feel like they are loved and included in the conversation, but they often attempt to dominate it. Where is the balance? When they are excited to see their soon-to-be new aunt, should not I allow them to talk to her? However, when shall I ever have the chance to converse with her?
I believe I have found the answer to these questions in the oddest of places. I made my discovery at Chic Fillet. My husband and I were sitting in the booth nearest the plexiglass wall of the play area observing our three oldest children. They seemed so adorable and precious through that sound proof wall. And, in that booth we were able to enjoy the happy coos of our newborn while carrying on an uninterrupted conversation.
Wow, sometimes I just don't even realize how much the noise is getting to me until I take a break from it. Silence is golden. And plexiglass is good.
Happy New Year, everyone.
