My house is filled with constant noise. Excited screams. Pained sobs. Little shrill voices pounding against my ears. Whining. Pouting. Wailing. Laughter. Tears. Joy. Constant chatter.
The never-ending noise can wear me down. When the little kids are always crying or pouting or talking nonstop, it is easy to get frustrated and blow up. It’s easy to forget that little voices are a blessing.
At the end of 2019, Yoveil stopped talking. For one whole month, the girl who wouldn’t stop sharing words didn’t speak for over a month.
I don’t know what happened inside of her or what caused it, but Yoveil slowly stopped talking. She started crying and using hand gestures instead of words. I remember the first day that she didn’t say anything. I also realized on that day that I missed her sweet little voice.
I tried to coax her to talk. I’d sit with her for a long time and try to get her to repeat words. Sometimes it worked, most times it didn’t. She just wanted to be held and for people to get her what she wanted without having to say anything.
As the days turned to weeks, I was afraid that she wouldn’t start talking again. She seemed so sad, so lost. I missed the noise. I missed the chatter. I missed her.
One day, shortly after we had moved into our new home in Tennessee, Yoveil and I were in our room. I told her a story. I told her that I loved her. She brought over some dolls that she had found and we started to play with them. And she talked. It started out with just a couple words, but by the time we had finished playing, she was talking in full sentences, laughing and acting like her old self. I was so thrilled. Her voice was so beautiful.
When the noise fills my life and makes my head ache, I need to remember that it is beautiful. (Beauty hurts at times!) I need to not take it for granted. Because it can be gone in a blink of an eye, and I’ll be left wondering why I didn’t treasure it while I had it.