When my house is noisy, I relax a little. Noise means I can pinpoint my son’s location at any given time and I can check in on him to see what he’s up to. Silence is scary. Silence means he’s up to something. Earlier today there was an unnerving lack of noise coming from his playroom, his last known whereabouts. I walked into his room and happened upon this scene:
Me: Jack, what are you doing?
Jack: (Without even opening his eyes) Meditating.
Jack: ’cause I want to see what my future looks like.
Me: I, wha–, um, ok. Carry on.