Heart sounds, heart beat, beat, beat, beat, thump, boom, whoosh, whoosh...
call it what you hear. I fell asleep on the plush carpet that my 3 yr old has slept on more than he has on his toddler bed. I wonder why he prefers the solid ground and carpet over a mattress.
As I put the side of my head directly on the blue plush during our nap today, I heard it.
whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, over, over, and over again.
The rhythm of the fan in his room makes the sound of a heart beat when you lay your ear to the ground as he does every night. He even positions himself close to the fan itself.
I'm not sure if this is actually what it is that gets him to prefer the carpet over the bed.
It reminded me of an article I just read on the heart- the sounds it makes, its rhythm.
I won't review the entire thing here- it made me cry, it tugged at my heart strings, and it made me realize that I get to listen to people's heart almost every day.
I was reminded of how special this was. I get to hear their rhythm, its speed. A mother, father, child, or best friend could have gotten solace from this sound before, and here I am- with no particular relation to this person and I ask to hear their heart beat. I may hear it again, someone else may hear it, or it may never be heard again. It's a glimpse in a moment in time.
It is a reminder for me and maybe for someone else.
I will listen to your heart, even for a few seconds. I will listen closely, I will ignore the rushing thoughts in my mind of all else I have to do, of questions I need to ask you, of people I need to see.
You will have my undivided attention, I will listen to what it has to say, I will be thankful for what you have shared.
Thank you deeply.
