From where we live I can hear children playing.
There are several schools in the immediate vicinity, I counted them once, sixteen to be exact.
Each has an application and CV from me; lost in the shuffle or,
“On active file;” those who responded said.
As I write at my desk with my windows open I hear the shouts, shrieks and chatter from the games they are involved in.
It is an old fashioned sound, one that can be recaptured in a park playground where the roundabouts and swings elicit screams and laughter. I know because I have nephews who love the park.
Going outside to play is a sign of health. My teacher daughter notices the cabin fever among her charges when the weather has been too extreme to allow for outdoor activities.
Finding games to occupy the children inside isn’t the same as a good old run around in the fresh air to let off steam.
While I was growing up in London our house backed up to the convent playing fields.
When I was at home during lunchtime, we lived close enough for me to be able to come home for the hour break, I could hear my classmates playing. As long as there was noise outside I wasn’t late. When I heard the first whistle, signifying the end of lunch, I knew to make my way back to school.
My school reports describe me as a child who, “keeps herself to her herself.”
I haven’t changed much!
The sound of my peers on the playground was re-assuring.
The joyful sounds today conjure that sense of re-assurance. Offered unbidden from my subconscious.
I keep my ears pricked and my windows open during lunchtime.
With the playing I also hear another sound through the open windows.
The tolling of our church bells.
On Thursday evenings it is the campanologists who gather for an hour to practice their peals.
During the day it is the consecration being rung during the morning masses.
I bless myself as many before me must have done while working in the fields of South London in earshot of the parish church.
The children’s laughter reminds me of my young solitary days, the bells ringing remind me of my Lord’s presence.
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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