It can be said, I suppose, that we all take certain things for granted. We find out how much we are guilty of that when all of a sudden something happens. Maybe the power will be knocked out by a storm and the ability to flip a switch to get light will be lost. Some of us know by experience that flipping a switch during such times is a habit that is not easily broken. Not even by a power loss.
But no matter how much we flip that switch, darn it, the light just won't come on. At such times we are at the mercy of anonymous electricians who will fix the problem at an unknown time. The control of the situation is up to someone else. Depending on one's mood, the situation can be handled in different ways. For instance, the lack of power can be celebrated with a candlelit dinner (of cold or room temp delicacies) or cuddling by a fireplace. Or it can be mourned by crying into a mobile phone to one's husband (who happened to be in Hawaii) while huddling in the bathroom at midnight to a single flicker of a candle. Yes, that was me at the end of a bad day last January.
A week ago (last Tuesday) I found myself without a different kind of power. Vocal control. Allergies combined with a cold knocked out my ability to speak. I could whisper. I could croak. But I could not use my firm voice to let two little boys know that I meant business. Whispering and/or croaking does not have the same power as a stern (but not too harsh) vocal command. A couple of knowing moms I emailed about situation noted that my boys were probably quite happy with the situation.
Anyway, my state of voicelessness happened to occur on the first day of summer vacation that I was home alone with the boys. Fortunately I was in a strong, happy mood. Anxiety did not rule that day and the next, which was good because my son with a mild form of autism can "smell" fear and has the potential to take full advantage of such a situation. Fortunately he was a very good boy that day. Perhaps that had something to do with my happy mood. Perhaps he was just happy too. I don't know.
I am glad to say that unlike last January I had mental control of my situation despite the "power failure." Also, unlike last time, I also had more control of my physical situation. I believe that resting my voice, drinking honey with tea, eating chicken noodle soup for two lunches in a row, and taking in a couple of straight shots (one on each day of voicelessness) of Southern Comfort (that was my husband's idea and I found it to be the worst tasting medicine ever!!) brought my voice back sooner rather than later. To my sons' probable dismay, mom's vocal power has once again returned.