the sound of things
I am pretty accustomed to the sounds of my house. As a stay-at-home-mom, I have gotten used to all the noises and creaks and squeaks that I hear every day. The fridge running, the screen door slamming, the postman driving by.
The kid’s noises, too, are very familiar to me. Jerry flipping through a book on the couch. Maggie rolling around in her crib at night, about to wake up. The absence of noise which always, always spells trouble.
There are noises that I have come to really love. Jerry plodding through the house at night to come snuggle in our bed. I always hear him coming. Or Maggie yelling Da-dy! Da-dy! when she’s doing something cute and she wants Daddy to come see (even if he’s not even home). The sound of Gerald’s work truck pulling up the driveway. The best sound of all because it means the kids are about to have someone else to look at besides me.
Jerry started Kindergarten today. He got on the bus this morning, waved back at us, and off he went. It has been a fun time; lots of talking about school, getting school supplies, buying pencils, glue sticks, folders. He is completely ready, and totally excited. But for me? Agh! Too much! With all the big changes, all I can manage to knit right now is socks.
Lorna’s Laces Shepherd Sock in Amish, You’re Putting Me On! toe-up socks (free pattern).
The plain sock is the perfect thing for me to knit as I adjust to this whole school thing. Minimal knitty thinking required. Just the perfect project.
I’ll be working on this sock on the front porch later, listening for the bus to turn up our street, memorizing the sound that will become my new favorite. The sound of the school bus bringing my boy home to me.