Listening to the sounds around me...

I noticed while sitting here working, that my family is happy.

 My husband and two of our children are discussing modern music, how it may influence and even encourage racism and its effects on young people. Our daughter is running around with her laptop blaring music as "evidence" for her side of the debate.

 I hear the music fading in and out as they walk through the house doing various things as they talk.  Hearing them, my mind drifts and I wonder what other families are doing at this time on a Sunday morning.

  Are other families preparing for the morning church services, placing a roast in the crockpot and checking that each of the children are wearing clean socks. Helping an elderly parent get ready for the day, or sitting in front of a fire discussing old times. A child being ignored, a woman being beaten, a man being robbed in his own home.

 My mind drifts...

 A child is being born as another passes away. A much loved grandparent leaves a family, as another celebrates their first grandchild.

 Divorce papers are being signed as across town "I do's" are being uttered with absolute dedication.

 The background noise has changed...

 The kids are now arguing over triangles. Do the angles of a triangle always add up to 180 degrees. 360 degrees. Are the rules of Geometry dictated by mad men? How did they even get on this subject. I will ask!

 Ah! There was a 30-60-90 triangle on the floor and my son began talking about it being a prototype for a futuristic weapon. Weird.

 I took a break and made a fresh pot of coffee, it goes fast in this house. Our oldest daughter just called to complain about her French professor. Even when they go off to college they need mommy and daddy to listen now and then.

 My son has drifted off to play a video game, I hear the sound effects. My husband and daughter are now discussing Buddy Holly, Johnny Cash and Little Richard. How they each contributed to the world of "Rock and Roll".  I hear them laughing.

 I am blessed with a happy, intelligent family that actually like one another. I can't imagine it being any other way. We make fun of ourselves and each other constantly. Why? Because truth is funny and laughter is the fuel of my family. We accept one anothers faults and love all the harder for them.

 Is my family the "norm" or the exception I wonder. I hope with all of my heart that it is the general state of families everywhere. I hate to think of people having anything less than happiness with one another as a whole.

 My mind drifts...