Before we moved, I didn’t often get to see the sun rise. I would be turning over in my bed as Mr. Houseful exited the house on his way to work, and as the cellist got up to get himself ready for school. It was one of the joys of being the mom of a teen. He was self-sufficient. The littles enjoy sleep as much as I do, and most of our days could possibly start at nine in the morning if I let them sleep in.
Being in a new part of town though, makes for new commitments. Every now and again, I need to rise at 5 am so that I can transport the Mr. to one of the suburban bus stations, while the cellist is yes, still awake and getting ready for school – this time with breakfast and tea while surfing the net or watching old cartoons.
I would see mornings like this on my way to the Naval base several years ago. While driving, I would marvel at all of the different colors the sky could turn, and how many people missed it because they were always rushing to be somewhere. I became one of those people. Rushing to get through with the day, so that I could go to sleep, just to do it all over again.
Mornings for me, for the last couple of years, often brought mourning because I would sit in the quiet of my bedroom and think often of my sister, my Granny Blackburn, and my Grandpapa who all were missing all of the living that I thought that I was doing. Morning was when I would silently wipe tears away before I began my day – on auto-pilot and move the kids from one room to the other. Wondering when I would feel better. Morning is what I hid from.
Now, mornings are still a bit rough for me, but not because I’m sad. It’s mostly because I’m exhausted from staying up super late, laughing with Mr. Nicholes about something that the children did during his time away from the house. Sometimes that laughter turns into a stare with a twinkle in our eye, and we find ourselves entwined with each other far into the morning.
Now, I spend mornings catching up on notes to friends that I still have sitting on the bookshelf waiting to be mailed. I call someone who has been on my mind, I prep for the day.
I find myself looking forward to mornings now, and with each setting of a sun that was brand new, I anxiously anticipate the greatness of the next morning to come.
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