Five Minute Friday: Loud
Posted by Lindsey on Mar 23, 2012 in 5-Minute Fridays | 4 comments
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no overthinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join.
3. Go a little overboard in encouraging the writer who linked up before you
Are you ready? What are you waiting for?
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LOUD
One day I hope our home will be loud. Much like the one I grew up in. Friends would come over and we’d sit at the kitchen counter and my sisters would run in and out. We’d talk with them, my mom and whoever was over.
To this day when I go back to my parents house, the same home I grew up in, we spend more time in the kitchen being loud than anywhere else. My husband always wonders why we don’t spend such lengths of time in the very next room on the big and roomy leather couches next to the fire. {You can often find all out male counterparts in that room while the ladies are in the kitchen being loud.}
My friends from childhood still talk about our loud and active kitchen. They love to come over still now and just hang out in the kitchen with Deb {my mom} and the girls {my sisters and I}.
Indoor voices hasn’t really been our thing.
One day I hope I have a loud kitchen. With loud little bodies running around and loud little friends too.
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My house was never loud, my mom wouldn’t stand for it. But thankfully I had a family who adopted me as their own (figuratively) and they had 7-kids. Their house was blissfully active and full of great conversation, practical jokes and fun. I still head up there once in awhile when I need a great reminder of how wonderful BIG, LOUD, families are!
Blessings,
Jessica
My kitchen wss loud as a child too, a mother who made meals each night and snacks with us sharing the “first telling” after play dates or school. I am alone now, no sisters or mom still on this earth, a family of my own quickly growing up, and so I find its time to fill my kitchen with friends, and their young ones, and delight in what can be since what was isn’t any more…tough…but oh so beautiful when I allow it to happen.
Love this. Our kitchen was small growing up, but I remember our house being loud whenever there were friends over. My friends were always welcome, even though we did not have a big or fancy house, and my mom didn’t mind the noise of teenagers. I want to be that kind of mom.
Love it. I didn’t grow up with one like that. Those were my friends’ homes that I loved to go and visit. But, that’s the mom I want to be. I want to be home they want to come to. :) Loud can be a beautiful thing!