Healthy children make lots of noise.

They sing, they shout, they belly-laugh, they fight, they bang things together, they bounce things, they cry, they scream, they make lots of noise.

They play loud.



God, bless my healthy children.

Give me new ears, ears that hear the music of their noise.

Give me new understanding, understanding that doesn’t crush their spirits with my intolerance and oversensitivity.

Give me new peace, a peace that is grateful for the sounds created by healthy children.


(I did not write this. It was once in Dear Abby. She did not write it either.)