mornings are a gift

Posted by lena on August 5th, 2008 filed in Uncategorized

I’ve never been a morning person.  I’ve stumbled into my 10:30am classes bleary eyed with a double shot of espresso clenched firmly in my fist as if it were a life line to reality.  Becoming an “adult” did nothing to alleviate this problem.  My co-workers – all around my age – would spring into the building with exuberant smiles on their faces wishing me good prospects for the coming day.  Some of them would even talk about what they had accomplished BEFORE work.  That is just crazy talk.  I would plaster a smile on my face and repeat the same phrase over and over in a vain attempt to fit into this sick pre-dawn world “Good Morning.”  Conversation was beyond me and I think my co-workers secretly laughed at me behind my back.

All this changed once Ilya was born.  Morning took on a whole new meaning.  “Early” became a relative term.  5am isn’t really all that early when you were up at 2am and again at 4am feeding and soothing a hungry baby.  The best part about mornings is Ilya.  I will never know how two die hard night people could produce this incredibly happy morning person, but when I roll over and drowsily open my eyes to see the smiling face of my baby, the world is instantly a better place.  All grumpiness of the previous night has been forgotten and replaced with this bundle of happiness and joy. Ilya stares directly in my eyes and when I close them, she thinks we are playing a game so that when I open them again, she is not just smiling, but full out laughing.  If I could somehow harness this joy, there would be no more war in this world.

One Response to “mornings are a gift”

  1. vanessa Says:

    I thought I had parenting all figured out, practically down to a science. Sierra and Madison were so easy– we took them everywhere (plays, movies, concerts…you name it) and they were always so quiet and calm. Once we took Amtrack from Bend to Sacramento and I remember S was just a year old. We got on the train in the middle of the night and really early the next morning a woman sitting near us was completely shocked that there had been a baby near her because she had not even heard a peep). People used to tell me, “You should write a book about parenting.” Uh-huh!

    And then Gracie came along to teach me how much I do not know. She is a work in progress. It really does get easier (that is my mantra!) Remember the joy when she wakes you at 3 am, and 4 am and 5 am. Someday you’ll be wishing she was this little again. Really! :0)