Waking Up For My Family

Waking up for my family instead of waking up to my family.
A friend posted this quote on Facebook, and I’ve thought about it many times since. You know, my days start out much better when I wake up before everyone and prepare my mind, and heart, for the day ahead. I am better equipped to handle the ins and outs of parenting and homeschooling. I am usually able to accomplish more of the housework. I don’t feel nearly as beat down by the end of the day.
I think the biggest improvement I could make on this habit, would be to spend my morning time (or part of it) reading scripture or praying. That’s not a habit that I’m very good at. I usually spend the morning time writing, editing pictures, or playing on FB. Sometimes I start my cleaning, or breakfast, but usually, it’s me time. Time that I do what I want, without anyone looking over my shoulder, asking a bajillion and one questions. I just indulge. I write. I decompress my brain and put my thoughts on paper.
As we are growing together as a family and also as individuals, I’ve learned something valuable about the kids, too. When I wake them up, and have them get dressed in “day clothes”, get them started on chores and breakfast, then school just happens almost naturally. I have a tendency to let the kids sleep in, and waste time in the morning. Then, school starts late, with a fight, and our whole day seems to crumble.
The days are often long, and sometimes I question my ability as a parent and teacher. So, when I find something positive, that works and improves things for all of us, I try to hold on to it. It is easy to feel like the battles are never ending and the victories are far apart. The idea and practice of waking up for them, and getting ready for the day, seems to very often come with a sense of victory.
When I wake up to them, and they are jumping on me, tackling me, waking me up when I don’t want them to, then I am a grouch. And when Momma’s a grouch, everyone else quickly turns into a grouch, too. Which is very bad. Very very bad. When we are a houseful of grouchiness, everyone starts bickering and fighting and Momma begins hair-pulling-out. Watch out then!
Conclusion: I’ll get up first and try to keep the score for positive days higher than the score for negative days.
What habit helps you start your day off right and end your day strong?

 

 

6 Weeks Ago

6 weeks and one day ago, we were a family of 6. Then, our sweet girl arrived, making us a family of 7. Life will never be the same, but that’s a good thing, because she has improved life in so many ways.

6 weeks old has always been a “favorite” stage of mine. I’m not exactly sure why, but I think it has something to do with realizing how quickly time is passing. When my firstborn turned 7 weeks old, I cried because 6 weeks was gone. When the next turned 7 weeks old, my heart was heavy because 6 weeks was gone.

Today starts 6 weeks, and I am marveling at this little girl. I am torn between the fact that she’s only been here for 6 weeks, and feeling like she has forever been apart of us. She doesn’t have that newborn look anymore, she stays awake quite a bit, and still needs lots of cuddle time.

We have as much of a routine as I ever get going. We can concur school, most of the major housework (there are always a few cobwebs that get missed…), and even run errands. The boys are all used to her, and have their own ways of helping with her, or the house.

Time is fleeting though. She is changing every day, and she brings to life the reality of how big all of these boys are. I will embrace this week, as I hope I’ve done well with the ones past, and will do with the future weeks. I will try to not be weepy next Monday, when I realize this week is over.

I will wear this sweet girl in our sling as long as she’ll let me. Because the truth is, for as much as she needs me and cries for me, I need her too. She was my go-everywhere-buddy for 9 months. Adjusting to not having her growing and kicking on the inside takes a little while, just like she has to adjust to being outside, too.

Maybe, one of these days, I’ll finish her birth story too. It truly is beautiful and I think about her grand entrance into our lives quite often.

What is happening in your life that makes you realize how quickly time passes? Are you taking these moments for granted or embracing them?