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Today I Love The Happy Noises Of My Neighborhood


my street
… well, they were there a minute ago …

Today I love the noises of my neighborhood. I love the sounds of hockey sticks in driveways where kids are waiting for their bus. I love the sound of skipping feet as a dad wearing a little pink backpack walks his daughter to school holding her hand as she concentrates on skipping perfectly all the way down the street. I love the absolute joy in the voices of children as they try to excitedly tell parents about the thing that they are doing, going to do, did yesterday that they forgot to mention until now. I love that urban morning street noises are almost all about children getting to school. I love mornings of sunshine when these kids are all exploding on the world, blooming into consciousness like the waves of flowers in the neatly kept beds of earth on all the front lawns of their neighborhoods. I love the memories that these days bring back to me. I love the chatter and the squealing and running and the laughter and the singing and the happiness that seems to permeate every corner of my sunlit street. I am aware that not everyone has a good day and that not every part of a child’s path is always this good, but I love that my street is a good one and I hope it is contagious.

Today I love that I have some work to do and some chores to do and they seem like a reasonable amount of things to be accomplished in one day. I love when I hear sirens in my town because it means that someone who needs help is getting it which is the way that’s supposed to work. I love that I don’t live in a big city and I love that, as hard as some people here are trying to make this city grow, it seems to be determined to stay this size, though it has spread out quite a bit in the fifty odd years that I’ve known it.

Today I love that there are illicit doughnuts in the kitchen that came from the grocery store near the cottage where they seem to have some magic way of making them that results in pretty wonderfully pleasurable snacks, and I can hear them calling to me. I love that I have not succumbed to those doughnut’s siren calls yet. I love that I’ve used the word siren twice here and found things worth loving in both cases.

Today I love drinking coffee on my front porch on this cool, bright spring morning while I listen to my younger neighbors on my street head out to go to school. Hey, kids, learn something good now.

Today I Love The Happy Noises Of My Neighborhood


Kelly Babcock

I was born in the city of Toronto in 1959, but moved when I was in my fourth year of life. I was raised and educated in a rural setting, growing up in a manner I like to refer to as free range. I live on the traditional lands of the Chippewas of Nawash in an area where my family history stretches back 6 or 7 generations and my First Nations friend's families go back hundreds of generations. I was diagnosed with ADHD at the age of 50 and have been both struggling with the new reality and using my discoveries to make my life better. I am a freelance writer and I write two blogs here at Psych Central, one about living with ADHD and one that is a daily positive affirmation that acts as an example of finding the good in as much of my life as I possibly can.

Find out more about me on my website: writeofway.

email me at ADHD Man


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Babcock, K. (2018). Today I Love The Happy Noises Of My Neighborhood. Psych Central. Retrieved on November 25, 2020, from https://blogs.psychcentral.com/today-i-love/2018/05/today-i-love-the-happy-noises-of-my-neighborhood/

 

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