My Quiet Place

This is my quiet place. This is the one time throughout the day that I just get to sit and be quiet. Two times a day actually. For both nap and bed I sit in this chair with this sweet baby girl in my arms. I sit for approximately 20 minutes each time. At first it seemed to me that 40 minutes out of my day was an awful lot. It seemed like I needed those minutes to myself. That sitting there in that chair was taking time away from me. But once I started to do it I realized that this quiet time is the best and purest me time I could possibly get. The first few minutes usually involve me convincing her not to play and not to talk and to put her head down. But as soon as she does she curls into me and snuggles her head into my chest. Pretty soon her eyes start to droop and I watch my baby fall asleep. I lean back in the chair and I let her body get heavy. I let my arms carry her weight. I let my heart fill with love and pride and overwhelming emotions. I will rest my head on her head. I will kiss her nose, her forehead, her cheeks and her neck. I will run my hand through her hair. I will hug her and hold her. I often consider just sitting there with her until she wakes up. Just continuing to hold her.

Because sitting there in that chair is my quiet space. It is the space where I enjoy the quiet. I enjoy the time to think and reflect on my life. It is the time when I no longer feel overwhelmed. It is the time when I know exactly who I am and exactly what I want out of life. In these moments when I sit and snuggle the only one of my three children who wants to fall asleep in my arms I no longer feel the weight of all the things I do wrong. I no longer feel unsure of anything. Sitting there in that quiet space I am the purest form of me that I can ever be. This is my quiet place. And it is my favorite time of the day. Time to just be quiet.

To see other people's version of quiet check out You Capture over at I Should Be Folding Laundry.