monday’s child
January 4, 2016 § 5 Comments
Sleepy heads and heavy feet, full hearts and forgotten routines. We’re back to early mornings and long days, heavy backpacks and extra circular commitments.
I struggle against school mornings. Waking my children to herd them through breakfast and dress to catch their bus before the sun has dismissed the evening sky it’s labor.
Already it seems they have begun to outgrow their childhood like ill-fitting clothes that cannot contain the limbs of their dreams. Most mornings I watch them travel the short distance to their bus stop and marvel at how quickly the days pass.
Last night I set my alarm a little earlier, that today I could quickly prepare an unexpected treat. Something simple and warm, playful and sweet to stretch the morning hour.
Monday began with homemade pancakes and new shoes, under dark skies and over snowy sidewalks. Small protests against the cool air and early hour, last-minute objects and extra hugs.
So often we race through the week, eager to chase our responsibilities for play. Today I’m begging stillness in the frenzy of our demands that I don’t hurry the blessings of this day.
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We’re at the start of our main summer holidays here (6 weeks), children running, screaming, up to everything their feet and hands will allow them to find, not a snowdrop to be found.
Mind you, where I live there never is.
Currently having one of Australia’s usual wild fits, pouring rain for 2 days (some places 12 inches of rain), which is flooding rivers and roads, after a week of bush fires burning thousands of acres and reducing homes to ash. We’ve had warnings that there’s going to be wild winds through the day.
That’s wind, water, fire….that only leaves an earthquake, better not put that out there 🙂
She’s a wild old country 🙂
Must be a different world to wake in darkness, wade through snow with very little sunlight.
I think I would be one of those people that suffer that lack of light (vitamin D), it can give a feeling of depression and run down etc. Low light countries suffer it like England and northern Europe etc.
Great post Marie, thank you for sharing, it gives light into another world 🙂
There are days I ache for sunshine and others when I nestle comfortably into the shadows of winter. It is all I know.
Your wild country sounds breathtaking.
It is a beautiful country, wherever you go it turns and changes in what you see, just like the weather.
I complain in winter when it gets down to 50 degree’s, I think I may get a shock if I ever went into snow country. I’ve actually never seen snow (as long as you don’t count a one inch orange slush of clay and snow I saw as a child 🙂 ).
But I do dream about the cold weather with an open fireplace, somehow the warmth and the flames speak a language of their own.
I feel so many times we rush through the routines of the day. And it’s sad because in the blink of an eye, their rooms are empty and away they go . . .
It’s so easy to do, to multitask our day into an efficient model of responsibility. In many ways it’s inevitable that we rush through routines. But that last line…