Some mornings, the 6 o’ clock alarm buzzes too early. Today was one of those. After a long night with many baby wake-ups, I decided an extra thirty minutes was needed. Fast forward to 6:30. The alarm went off, and I heard kids downstairs. They were up at least thirty minutes before I expected; I enjoy waking up for my children, not to them.
Three boisterous children were roaming the house. Danny had already given them each an apple and had started water boiling for their tea. He left for work as I cracked eggs into a bowl and reminded Bella for the second time to do her “before breakfast” chores.
Nikolai’s morning chatter came over the monitor. I ran upstairs to do a quick diaper change and placed Declan in charge of retrieving worms to feed our toads and snake. Charlie was given the chore of picking up dirty clothes.
Nikolai helped me scramble eggs, gurgling as I splashed them onto the stove and floor. Mommy’s so funny.
Declan came to show me how many worms he had found and dropped one on my foot. I took a long swallow of my tea and moved the food to the table.
We read our Proverbs then reviewed the names of God that he had learned. We talked about Christian’s journey this far, and what we thought might happen next. They listened attentively and ten minutes later, tummies were full. Bella volunteered to read a book to Charlie and Declan so that I could wash dishes.
If every morning went smoothly, I would not appreciate these quiet moments as much. I’m thankful for my family, crazy mornings and all.
And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow.
Gilbert K. Chesterton