There once was a humble Lord who refused the high stature, fame, and glory that he so rightly deserved. He lived with his beautiful Lady in a quiet manor deep in a thick forest. The two had a dog who rarely barked, save at pillaging squirrels – and that was just fine because the Lord hated squirrels nearly as much as he detested noise.
Slowly, however, noise crept in. It started with a small bump on his Lady that grew and grew until the bump turned into a baby. How proud he was of this little bump. It cooed, it giggled, it smiled… and it cried. It shattered his peace with its colicky wails and while he loved this little bump, the Lord yearned for the peace it had stolen.
From time to time, snuck off to the porch, basement, or rolling meadow to get away from the ruckus. As time marched on, the little bump became mobile. For some reason, it loved the Lord of the manor and would follow him to any retreat and destroy the silence he sought.
Three more bumps put an end to any refuge on the grounds. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, no square inch of silence to be found. The bumps may have shattered his peace, but they brought him laughter, love, and joy he hadn’t known before. He loved the little bumps more than he ever thought possible… even though they were loud.
All four little bumps grew in stature and decibel until they could no longer be called little. In fact, the time came for one of them to strike off on its own. It was the oldest and loudest bump that left home in search of her destiny. Both Lord and Lady were sad. There was but one comfort in her absence, some measure of quiet returned to the manor.
In the evenings, while the other three bumps pursued wordless interests, the Lord sat back in his easy chair and relished the silence. This newfound peace lasted several days before he realized something was missing. Something he had previously considered an annoyance was gone. He should have been happy. He should have rejoiced over the removal of the thorn. But instead, he felt a different way.
So it went until a long weekend came and the oldest bump burst through the door with a very large bag of laundry. Beside her stood an equally loud jester she suspiciously called “boyfriend”. They sung, hooted, hollered, and raised the excitement of the other bumps until the Lord of the manor had to hold his ears. Now he knew what was missing. Though his head did ache, his heart was full enough to accept even the added noise of her jester friend.
In this merry state, he wondered what joys had he missed over the years simply because he had loved silence over substance.
10 thoughts on “Bumps and Petty Annoyances”
Isn’t this the truth? Great post, Mark.
Thanks Levi. Quiet isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
Yea verily! In a kingdom I once ruled twas the same but now with the advent of bumps from the bumps…I like my silence. Those bumps of bumps are just too much sometimes but they art loved mightily.
‘Twas never the ruler. Only lord by title…
one can never have to many bumps me thinks )
I can wait for grandbumps that I can shake up and give back…
it is the best for that very reason –
Awwww, this is cute Mark. I only have a 7 and 4 year old and I’ve already thought about how that might be when they’re older and leave. Hmmmmmm. For now I think I’ll take your advice and live in the moment of having them and loving them and laughing with them, and teaching them, and…. Have I mentioned enough?
Hope you’re doing well.
Live in the moment, Staci.. Absolutely. Great takeaway. You are a wise woman
Awwwww, thanks Mark.