I have Misophonia, so I'm constantly on a quest for the sweet, fleeting relief of silence. They say I’m supposed to talk to my 9-month old son constantly, in order to, you know, teach him to speak. But often I have nothing to say. I know he needs to hear “cup” and “tree” and “mama needs coffee” but the time we spend together in silence is so much sweeter. He may not say his first word til he’s in junior high, but I think he’ll be the happier for it.