I'm a work-at-home mum to two gorgeously cheeky boys - a one year old and a three year old. My heart bursts with love for them on a daily, if not hourly, basis. They are wriggling balls of energy ... adventurous, thrill-seeking and loud. Really, really loud. And so is their father. I adore the hysterical laughter, the exaggerated tales that require booming voices and even the ear-piercing shrieks of 'mama, look at me' which are repeated countless times each day.
But, on the flip side, I love silence. Not just sat-in-front-of-the-TV-together silence but real alone time. No TV, no radio, no noise, nobody. I'm find myself on edge without it. Even if it's only for a few minutes a day, I desperately need that time to breathe and clear my mind. It makes me a better person. A better mum. A mum with more energy and patience.
A few weeks ago, along with my parents and brothers, we set off in convoy to the banks of Loch Awe in Scotland. We filled an old house with hustle and bustle, wellies and whiskey. It was wonderful. And so was sneaking down the little pathway that led to a private jetty. A jetty that when tip-toed along to the very edge, presented me with the most breathtaking views, especially at sunset.
The ordinary lovely is a stealing a moment to stand in silence and appreciate a perfect sunset.
Thanks to my 'lively' two, I also witnessed a fair few Scottish sunrises. While equally as beautiful, I'm not so sure that I can write as eloquently about those. Having my dreams disturbed at 4am on a daily basis somewhat tarnished the experience.