[M]ost mornings are painful. Ok, that is just an expression and most likely an exaggeration, but in my sleepy mind every morning, painful is the word. And I don’t know if I can blame it on being in my 30’s now or three pregnancies, but something always hurts in the morning…back, feet, knees…
Someone has to drag me out of bed. Kids, or husband…they turn the light on, they jump on me, they beg, they hug, they kiss…Finally, I will slowly trudge down the stairs and take over for Derek (who sweetly lets me go slow in the morning) filling requests, filling lunchboxes, and sippy cups. Getting clothes ready for the day. And this non-morning person slowly gets going.
TODAY, I got a gift. A Spring Break miracle.
My eyes opened completely on their own. Sunshine was streaming in the windows. Total quiet.
This is unheard of. Never ever does this happen. My own timing, my own pace. Letting my mind greet the day and transition from sleep and dreams peacefully for a full fifteen minutes!!! No alarm, no blinding light, no child begging to go down stairs.
Yesterday, I shared on Facebook, and Twitter that my oldest girl called me a groundhog.
She said I was like a groundhog in the mornings because I don’t ever want to get up. This made me laugh. She is right. I just want to burrow for a little while.
It reminds me of standing at the edge of the dock at the lake in the summer. The sun is hot but the water is cool. I want to dive in and swim out to the floating wooden raft….but I stand and wait, anticipating the shock of cold. I wait for that moment. The right timing. And then JUMP!
Mornings are just me anticipating the day…perhaps literally the cold outside the covers…mostly the the jump-start of a busy day. And I realize that greeting the day on my own terms, early, before everyone else is perhaps the best plan. But most mornings this groundhog needs to be dragged out of its warm little burrow and be made to get going. And now…that we are on this groundhog tangent… I really have no idea how to end this rambling on mornings, but it has been fun to think about as I snuggle between three happy little munchkins.
So I will end in thanks…
Thank you Lord for a beautiful sunshine-morning. Thank you for a slower pace. A respite from the drudgery of mornings, and for gently waking me to a new day. Thank you for reminding me that each day is a gift–sunshine, rain, snow, early, or late. Thank you for coffee and creamer, and a heater that works, and for fuzzie socks, and fleece star blankies, and Hello Kitty slippers, and footie pajamas, and Elmo sippy cups, and cows that make gallons upon gallons of milk for us to drink. Thank you for providing and sustaining and knowing every need of this little groundhog, non-morning person, mommy.