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Can You Hear Me Now???

8 Cady children posing for a family photo in Lynnwood.

8 Cady children plus their mom.

As I sat at my computer this evening skyping with a few of my sisters, one of the husbands texted us and said, “You don’t need to scream. Talk normally.”

She read the text out loud, and the rest of us laughed because her voice, though not unusual for a normal Cady conversation,  had been easily heard by her spouse in the other room. Why? Because we’re Cadys.  How in the world were we supposed to be heard amongst the ruckus of nine other siblings if we talked quietly?  Our home was not for the faint of heart or of voice.  If you wanted to be heard, you needed to be louder than all the others.

As a result, our voices can often be heard over all others, regardless of whether we’re at a sporting event, in a crowded restaurant, or in the middle of church. Especially when we’re at church.

Whenever Mom used to call on the phone, I’d usually pull the phone’s receiver a good inch from my ear because her voice boomed so loud. For her it was habit. She’d spent years bellowing to get our attentions, maintain control of our group, and working hard to keep the fear of God (and Dad) in our hearts.  If she’d been quiet we would’ve just ran over her.  Mom was more than capable of holding her own.

When I was a child, I distinctly recall being able to hear her call us home for dinner, often when we were down the street a block or two.  I didn’t need to know what she was saying.  I just had to hear her. And I knew if she was calling by golly I’d better get moving.

Now, as a mother of four, I find my inordinately loud voice to have advantages. I can be setting the table upstairs and call to my family to come to dinner. Even though they’re downstairs, behind a closed door in the family room at the furthest part of the house from me, my kids will come clamouring up the stairs. Of course so do all the neighborhood dogs, a couple of squirrels, and a random bird or two. But that’s beside the point.

Needless to say, when we Cadys talk, others listen. Not necessarily because we have something of value to say. More than likely, because we are too loud to ignore.

One thought on “Can You Hear Me Now???

  1. Funny how that works. My kids all know that when I stop talking, something’s wrong. One of my early morning seminary students commented, “When we are all talking, you just keep talking. Right over the top of us. Doesn’t that bother you?” My response was, “Nope. I grew up in a family of 10. That’s called survival.”


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