Not all aspects of our school-day mornings are “sweet”.
There’s the half-paying-attention syndrome that sometime plagues us, prompting Mommy to offer up more “reminders” than ideal. There are the “you-fixed-her-hair-first-yesterday…it’s-my-turn-to-go-first-today” grumblings. And there are the “why-didn’t-you-pack-my-backpack” accusations, one sister of the other.
I’ve had some of the sweetest sleepyheads to greet me in the mornings. Our girls are usually up early, and it’s a supreme treat to get to wake them on occasion. “Good morning, Mommy,” they’ll mumble. “I love you.”
I get warm belly kisses from still-snuggled girls, one of my favorite things in the world.
And the sweet little voices who often read to me aloud as I’m getting ready.
And to end the morning, I sometimes get an over-the-shoulder look and wave as the girls enter their school.
That morning sweetness doesn’t begin to rival our weekend family time, nor does it touch the lazy mornings we spent together the girls’ first five and a half years of life…but it buoys my day, for sure.