My Morning Miracle

Mornings are not our favorite time. No matter how much we plan there is always a lost shoe, an errant bit of homework or a dog that’s gone to visit the the neighbor. I always make my kids a satisfying hot breakfast, but no one would call it leisurely. Mornings, in this house, are too often just endured.

I wake the kids up at 7 each day, and then again at 7:05 and by 7:10 I’m trying to not be shrill. They are never late to school, but it is seldom pleasant. I try to make their mornings sweet, but it’s difficult.

This morning Alexander awoke at 6:30 and wanted to take a shower. We lay in bed and listen to him turn the shower on. When did my littlest one become so independent?

I wake my daughter up with only two visits to her bedroom and make my way down the stairs. I need coffee, morning is the enemy.

As I turn the corner on the staircase I feel Alexander next to me and I hear him dragging his left hand across the painted wall.

“Oh Alexander please don’t run your hands on the wall, it gets dirty, that’s what the banister is for.” I moan, defeated before I’ve begun.

“Oops!” he replied.

And then he slipped his right hand into mine. We walked down the stairs, through the living room, dining room and den. He only let go when we in the kitchen and he asked me for an omelet.

I’d have made him the moon and the stars this morning.

Every time his hand slips into mine the world stops for a moment. He trusts me and needs me. It’s an unconscious time when he reaches for me, and I for him. It’s seven years of his hand growing and stretching, yet always fitting in mine. Perfectly.

I trust and need him too.

Facebook Comments

  • Gabriel is NOT a morning person. Often I get him completely dressed and into the car while he’s still asleep, and send him into preschool with a cereal bar. Because I’m awesome.

  • shana p

    I could picture this so clearly – it brought tears to my eyes… Beautiful post.

  • CourtneyD

    Amazingly sweet- I love the thought of something so simple making even the most hectic moments fade away. A truly precious thing.

  • Aww thats so sweet. Our morning consist of my monster asking or demanding his waffles, and me trying to stay awake.

    None of us are morning people… and it really shows…

    Also, omelets sound yummy ^-^

  • My house is a zoo in the mornings – my boys never want to get out of bed. I love these sweet moments .. they don’t happen as often with my oldest anymore but there are times I just want to press pause on life!

  • Wonderful. Very touching.

  • I can definitely relate to the morning craziness and trying to wake up sleepy kids. The first time you’re sweet, the second time you’re firm, the third your voice is starting to strain, and by the fourth time there’s spit flying out of your mouth that is also screaming. But it is so nice when a sweet little one accompanies you downstairs for breakfast. Bravo little one.

  • Jessica, you made me cry. Read post at the office and could feel my own son’s sweet 6-year old hand slipping into mine as I read your words. I love my work, I love my husband (mostly) but DAMN I love my son.

  • That is such a sweet post. I remember when my daughter was little. I would hold her in my arms and dance in the living room with her. My hair was long and she would twirl her fingers in it. I can still remember how it feels. But I also remember her telling me that I needed to walk a few feet behind her in the mall so her friends wouldn’t know she was with me so enjoy his hand reaching out for you while you can…
    When you get a chance, check out my newly redesigned blog at http://www.meandtheblueskies.com. If you are following my old blogspot blog, you need to change it so you can follow the new one.

  • so sweet. my favorite time of day is when i get my son from school and he stills runs into my arms and asks to be picked up for a squeeze. he too is 7, and I know it won’t be this way forever. Your wording is perfect for this moment.

  • Pingback: PR Mama Loses Her Mind « PR MAMA by Stephanie Smirnov()

  • What a great post. I was so excited when my oldest was able to hold my hand while we walked. My heart also skips a beat every time she reaches for my hand.

  • Tijuana Taxi

    Why is it that people EVERYWHERE in the world KNOW how moments like this make them feel in their personal lives, yet we still wage war, insult and hurt others who share these small, powerful blinks of what’s most important to all us…even those we don’t agree with.
    Thanks for another great post…made me call my ‘moms’ just to talk.
    Thankyou and take care,
    Tijuana Taxi