One day while attempting to nurse my Bear down for her nap, B walked in and in a very failed attempt at a whisper asked what I was doing. You see, she did, in fact, change the tone of her voice sounding like she was whispering but her volume remained unchanged resulting in loud, raspy sound.
I was so pleased she recognized the need for a lowered voice.
And in that moment I began to think of all the other wonderful times in my life that where spoken in hushed tones.
Whispering sweet nothings, plans for a quick rendezvous.
Disagreeing under our breath.
Quietly scolding while in public.
Simply conversing while trying not to wake a sleeping babe.
I often try to keep the peace in my house by simply keeping my volume low. A trick my mother taught me which works on most adults: As they raise their voice, you lower yours so they have to be quiet to hear you.