So Eleanor was "talking" right next to Gillian who was crying and covering her ears and James comes up and says in a very rational and reconciliatory tone:
"G, Eleanor has a loud voice. She's like Mommy. You and I have soft voices like Daddy."
Better than what I said to try to smooth things over which was, "Gillian, get over it."
I actually heard James bust out with a "what part of down don't you understand?" in a very weary sounding voice to Eleanor. That kid is seriously way too old.
He is not wrong though. Eleanor gets the strength of her voice from me. Something about our voices just carries even when we are talking at the same level as everyone else. I hate it. I get tired of being the only voice you hear on family videos and the one who gets singled out of a group of talking people to get told to be quiet. I am honestly talking just like everyone else...it just sounds so much louder. And don't even get me started about how I sound when I am talking a little louder. I am sure all of you know exactly what I am talking about. ;-)
But Eleanor has been good for me. I am starting to embrace my loudness, realize that it is just part of who I am. Love me, Love my volume.
On the flip side, it is really, really, really hard to hear Gillian. Very frustrating too. If only I could combine them into one perfect volume.
3 comments:
I love reading your blog Buffy, it is so entertaining.
Jackson and bell a inherited the loud gene too, at least you are heard! I think it's great
I wish my voice was louder! Especially because there are a lot of old people at my work and they can never hear me (high pitched plus soft voice are two strikes against me as far as working with the older adult population goes).
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