Years ago, my young daughters often woke me up out of a deep sleep very, very early in the morning.
Instantly, I was angry, bitter and full of resentment.
All because I wanted the perfect life.
I wanted a life I didn’t have.
I wanted a life that was just like in the magazines.
Perfect children sleeping in with their perfect pajamas.
Perfect me in my perfect pajamas sleeping in.
But the dream didn’t stop there.
I also wanted a nice long hour of waking up with a cup of coffee and thoughts to myself and reading the newspaper or a magazine and quiet.
So when I quickly realized that mothering little children who rise early — sometimes way too early — made that dream impossible, I was angry and resentful.
What about me, what about my time?
Don’t I deserve to sleep in, to get some peace and quiet?
How is this going to ruin our day?
This whole morning with kids thing — yeah, it’s not easy sometimes. I hear how hard they are women around the world, to be honest.
There’s the drag-them-out-of-bed syndrome.
And the hurry-we’re-gonna-be-late nagging.
There’s the you-better-eat-something-or-you’ll-starve lecture.
And the how-in-the-world-could-you-forget-your-coat-when-it’s-29-degrees scream.
Can you tell I get it?
I have plenty of tips, hints, resources and ideas for easier mornings, days and nights for anyone who struggles with this, but that’s not what this post is about.
This post is about perfectly imperfect mornings.
This is about being tired of being tired.
You know, you’ve screamed, you’ve cried, you’ve laughed and now it’s time to part ways … those mornings?
How do you make those better? How do you embrace perfectly imperfect mornings with kids?
INCREASE YOUR FUN FACTOR — Inject some fun into your mornings.
PLAN FOR BETTER DAYS — Plan for the worst, hope for the best.
SET A DAILY INTENTION — No better time than right now to decide what kind of a day you want to have.
Mornings aren’t just mornings. They are how we start our day. And if we’re lucky we get a whole bunch more of them — many of which will be after our children are out of our homes and off on their own.
Oddly, once I let go of the attachment I had on my own mornings, my daughters’ finally started sleep longer in the mornings and more peacefully.
Happily, I still get up early to enjoy peace and quiet so that when they are awake, I am peaceful and awake with them.
And if that cannot happen, for whatever reason, there’s always tomorrow.