The word “pause” is a very familiar term. In my house, pause usually represents either the button I hit on the TV remote to (loudly) announce that dinner is ready. That’s for the younger kids. For my older crew, I pause the house’s internet access, which flushes the older kids out of hiding in all corners of the house like cockroaches. But the word PAUSE has entirely new meanings in my life as of late. I’m the first to admit that if I had a remote control that controlled my surroundings, you can bet I’d be hitting that “Mute” button every five seconds, because my kids are LOUD. Learning to…