When You Told My Kids to Be Quiet


fence bordering a neighbors yard

You called to me from your side of the fence that borders our backyards. Although at the time my family had lived in our house for over a year, I wouldn’t have recognized your face at the market. You never welcomed us to the neighborhood or asked my children’s names. We had one brief conversation when you informed me that some mulch in my gardens would do wonders for the weeds. Gee, thanks.

And now, our second meeting. You asked me to quiet down my kids. Told me that you and your husband couldn’t enjoy your wine together and were forced to take your cocktails inside. I was horrified and quickly apologized and herded my children inside. On a perfect, sunny May day at 5:00 pm. And at once, they all broke out into sobs.

My instincts kicked in and I knew I had messed up.

I stormed outside, Mama Bear style and told you how my kids reacted to your demands. I explained, with a red face and my ponytail slowly coming loose, that no, I would not tell my kids to quiet down. You informed me that their noise was annoying, to which I said, “but they’re kids.”

You set down the final judgment, Mommy to Mommy, when you told me that years ago, when your own children got “out of hand”, you’d just put your finger to your lips and “shush” them. Why couldn’t I simply do the same? “Children need to learn how to behave,” you informed me.

I explained to you that my kids can behave at restaurants. That they can sit through Mass on Sundays and even got through the entire reading of the Passion of the Christ without so much as a whimper. I described to you how they are kind, respectful and sensitive people at school. You narrowed your eyes at me, in disbelief that my wild things could ever behave appropriately. It’s the truth neighbor. They are amazing, thoughtful people. But here’s the thing. They’re not mini-adults. They’re kids. And part of nurturing their blooming spirits is to allow them to be loud, to get muddy, to be wild. To be free.

Little 6

But my reasoning meant little to you  and so we remained on different sides of the fence.

During the days that followed our encounter, I found myself on edge.  I worried frequently about the noise level of my children and my kids began questioning themselves. We all felt sad.

But I watched them play. I listened to their games and songs and conversations. Here’s what you missed out on, neighbor, when the sounds of their voices pushed you inside your home:

1}  They discovered a bumblebee making a nest inside of our swing-set.

They screamed for me because even though all three are afraid of bees, they were worried that the bee was stuck and dying. It was a crucial moment in their world, and they needed help.

2} Totally relieved that the bee was safe, they pumped up and down on the swings, singing together about the life of a bumblebee.

All three, joyfully in rhythm. They interspersed facts they knew about bees and my daughter, aware of the bee shortage, came up with a chorus which she repeated over and over; “don’t pick the dandelions.”

3} My four year old cried.

She was mad because she wanted candy and I said no. I hugged her and did my best to empathize but she was really mad. I let her work through it and eventually, she did.

4} Along with their 6 year old buddy, they used the swing-set for an operations base…

…in a self-created game of “Whales” where they re-enacted Operation Breakthrough, a real international rescue mission that freed gray whales from the ice in Alaska in 1988. It grew heated and intense when our 150 pound St. Bernard lumbered out to spotlight as the Bull Shark.

5} My middle child sang for a good 15 minutes while swinging.

She’s finding her confidence more and more these days and although totally off-key, she was on stage.

Little 7

6} We assembled goodie bags on the picnic table

The kids tooted some plastic flutes, happily trilling away as they helped forward our assembly line. It was not the Philharmonic Orchestra.

We’ve got noise rules. I don’t allow them to be outside too early in the morning. Trust me, they want to be out there at 6 am, but I have respect for you. If they start fighting or shrieking at each other and can’t work through it, I bring them inside to have some peace time. I don’t expect you to listen to their sometimes endless arguments. But I do expect that they’re allowed to be free in their own backyard. I do expect that you respect them.

When you asked my kids to be quiet and told them they were annoying, their spirits had been hurt.  Because you asked them to stop singing, to stop laughing, to stop yelling. To stop being kids. And for a moment, I was on your side.

I’m sorry neighbor, that you can’t enjoy your wine the way you’d like to. Perhaps it’s time you consider whether living on a family-filled cul-de-sac is the best spot for you. Because childhood is messy and loud and perfectly imperfect and that does not make me a bad mother. In fact, I wouldn’t have it any other way. In a world where the news is full of school-shootings, bullying and assault-rifles in Target, you better believe that I will encourage them to be little as long as I possibly can.

Little 4

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Although I am a Jersey girl at heart, Shelburne, VT is where my family has planted our roots. I’m a mama to three: Sean, Fee, and Maggie. I work in special education by day and can be found reading, running or eating cheesecake after the kids are asleep. (Sadly, I have yet to discover a way to combine all three of my favorite hobbies.) I love food, eclectic fashion, morning coffee in my favorite mustache mug, and am passionate about all things local and Vermont. Although I have yet to learn how to ski, I'm your girl if you need some gas pumped.


    • 8?! My kids aren’t even awake at 8!! I would be mad if neighbor kids woke my kids! I would say 9 at the earliest! Especially on the weekend!

  1. I apply the same rules to my kids that were applied to me when I was a kid. You can romp and play and have fun, but if your screams sound like you are hurt or in danger, and you ARE NOT HURT OR IN DANGER, you will be in big trouble! Screaming is not fun. For anyone. Be considerate.

  2. Shame, shame on your neighbor! I would be livid! Bravo to you for showing your children that you will stick up for them. While many parents these days probably don’t bring their kids outside enough, you’re doing such a wonderful thing by letting them be free and explore outside. It’s so good for their development. Don’t let anyone move your family inside. Give yourself a deserved pat on the back.


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