Mornings around here are usually really crazy. Typically my 8 year old is, okay in the mornings, bright eyed and bushy tailed like his father. I don’t get that at all as I am a terrible and grumpy person in the morning. My 5 year old daughter takes after me. She is typically cranky, fussy, whiney, and I have to drag her out of bed.
Sometimes it’s not that bad but a usual morning here is off the chain crazy. Now I also have to get my 3 year old ready for school too and it’s been crazy for me trying to adjust.
Well this morning everything was off. We all overslept – even my 15 year old son. So getting everyone up and ready was like running a marathon. All the roles reversed though and today my 8 year old made my life crazy while my daughter, she was sweet as pie.
Because of her mood in the mornings I have to get my daughter dressed. She is usuallylocked into a zombie state trying to follow my commands. This morning she woke up smiling and ready to face the day. After she was dressed she curled up into my lap and wanted to snuggle.
My first thought was “who are you, and what have you done with my daughter?!”
While my 8 year old son is screaming that he is tired and doesn’t want to get up she is quietly snuggling in my lap on her bedroom floor. Then he comes in and sits down next to me for some kisses and hugs too. He leans in (obviously jealous of his sisters mommy time) and tries to snuggle too.
So in the midst of the chaos, the running around, the mad rush of running late here we are, sitting on my daughters bedroom floor sharing morning kisses and snuggles.
What better reminder could I have had that life is not always about rushing around to beat the clock?
From that moment on we all slowed down, took our time, and I drove each of them to school. Do you know what the best part of all of this was? Everything was okay.The world did not end – go figure.
I realized this morning that the “mad rush” is not always necessary. Things being crazy and stressful, the yelling and fighting, the rushing and scooting – it’s all for nothing.
Granted all of the rushing could have been avoided if I would have just gotten out of bed in time, but this was one of those mornings that I could have laid in bed until noon. I didn’t want to get up and I had to force myself (for my kids sake) to roll out of bed. I think that needs to be addressed soon.
I will say one thing, while having such hard time getting out of bed I thought it was going to set the tone for the day. I was certain I was going to have a horrible day because that is usually how it starts. Even though it was so hard getting up and going this morning, the few quick minutes I spent snuggling and kissing my two kids slapped a huge band-aid on my emotional pains. It made my day better.
I think I should let my kids know how much I love, appreciate, and need their hugs and kisses. Without those little people sharing their love with me, I would probably be back in bed right now, pouting.
I love being a mom.
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Last reviewed: 12 Dec 2012