I’m going off script here, but I wanted to try my hand at the DP Challenge.
We were asked to think of a sound which means the most to us. Well, for me, it was the sound of my son breathing when he was sleeping. Strange, you might think. But let me tell you why.
From the age of three, up until he had his dysfunctional tonsils removed when he was four, my son suffered from sleep apnea. His right tonsil was so grossly enlarged, he would stop breathing. I spent countless nights either, listening at his bedroom door, or creeping in and out of his room like a jack-in-the-box.
It was heart-rendering to know each night I put him to bed, I could wake the following morning to find him gone. So hearing him breathing was a treasured gift. I was beside myself when the operation was scheduled, scared of course, but ecstatic my son had a chance.
The first few nights after, I still found myself creeping into his room. But this time, to listen to his soft gentle breaths, and I cried tears of joy over that beautiful sound.
You see, we take something as simple as breathing for granted. Take the time to listen, really listen to the sound, and maybe you’ll understand what I mean.