The start of a good day
Fate brought me a daughter who wakes up as I do. That is, not well at all.
It’s especially obvious when we need to get up earlier than usual. We try all sorts of things like phasing in light, sitting on her bed and chatting, walking around the house with her in our arms or even starting to cook breakfast and frantically waving the cooking odors into her room, Additional wake-up tips are always welcome!
Rarely does it work. But today was one of those small miracles that reaffirms that you’re actually doing okay as a parent. There wasn’t anything special; it was just a combination of all of the above with not being in a hurry. We know we should always allow plenty of time but due to forgetfulness, selfishness or just the random arrows that the Universe chooses to shoot at us, we often don’t manage it.
Playfulness helps… at the right time. Heaven help us if we don’t realize it’s too soon for playfulness. Again, she inherited this from me, so it is right and just that I have to deal with it as a parent. My backlash against being “jollied” is legendary in our family and the subject of some rather amusing photos. Applied at the right time however, playfulness energizes and smooths out the entire morning.
And there’s not much that beats a good start to the day.