I woke up this morning and my house was silent. That’s atypical in my house. A certain four-year old usually thinks Saturdays are the best days to come remind me that “It’s morning time!” and that he is ready to eat some cereal. But today, it was quiet. I first I was grateful then I had a mini panic attack…because silence and four-year olds don’t usually pair well together.
I peeked in the bedroom and quickly found the reason for the silence. His older sister had invited him to her top bunk and they were quietly watching cartoons together. The silence was a mirage. It seemed quiet but the truth is, someone had distracted the noise maker and the morning appeared to remain silent.
Today is the Saturday between Good Friday and Easter Sunday. I don’t know if it has an official name, but I always think of it as Silent Saturday…
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