In order to start the day without chaos, I wake up early enough to get the children’s breakfast and lunch made.
It is so quiet. So unbelievably quiet. I’ll just fit in a few minutes of time to myself, before making the meals. Next thing I know it is 7:00am and the tornado is about to hit.
QUICK…wake up the kids, get them dressed, find the socks, get them fed. Why did I stubbornly use that time for myself? Tomorrow I will wake up at 5:00am, an hour earlier. Baddy sleepily arises absorbed in his own quiet fog. I am very aware that although his body is moving he is not necessarily awake yet. I very patiently wait for him to drink his pot of coffee before I begin a conversation. I must be gentle and quiet so as not to disturb my sleepy morning bear of a man. “So I’ve been thinking…, ” I begin when I think he is ready for me, and immediately get accused of being to “on” in the mornings.
I leave him to visit each room to wake up the boys, singing, “Wake up, wake up, everybody wake up,” or “Morning has Broken”, bursting into Brevitt’s room to open the shade and let the sun shine in. Sometimes I do little skits with their Ugly Dolls, rapping Brevitt to awaken, “yo, yo you lazy head, it’s time to get out of your way to comfortable bed,” and then I’d get the gift I was waiting for, Brev’s beautiful smile, his hair sticking out in every which way.
Axel is handled much more delicately. If I don’t wake him slowly with lots of kisses and low light, than he starts lashing out with his Scorpion tail demanding me out of his room. That tail is something I try to stay clear of at all costs.
Sometimes I have my assistants. Whomever wakes up first has the assignment of gently waking the other sleepers. When Tucker crawls into Brevitt’s bed and sings the wake up song to him Brev opens his eyes and tackles him for a good hour.
This is what having children is all about. The interaction and love that occurs between them is so very precious. I nurture that love with all my might and try to teach them how to respect and admire each other and not be jealous.
I am always in awe of how boys wake up with abounding energy and carry it with them until the moment sleep descends upon them. Even in his sleep, Brevitt continues the fidgeting, kicking and sleeping horizontally across the bed, which prohibits us from wanting him in our bed anymore, but we can’t help but love to feel his warm nine year old body snuggling up to us when he does still into our bed. If we fall asleep like that I inevitably am abruptly awoken either by his foot smooshed against my face or by his calling out sports plays in his dreams.
The boys love it when Dad doesn’t get up on school mornings. They see it as payback time for all the morning that he has insensitively yanked the blankets off of them and honked the bike horn in their ears to get them out of bed. I hand them the bike horn and in they march to noisily wake him up. What could be better than receiving the green light to make noise first thing in the morning?