If you speak to any of my college roommates or my work colleagues from my pre child years, they will tell you that I am NOT a morning person. Motherhood reluctantly pushed me into becoming a morning person. My darling daughters are also decidedly not morning people. Skeeter in particular shouts at us to “turn off the alarm!”. I have written previously about my struggles with the morning routine here and here.
A major factor that has relieved some of the morning stress is that I only have one place to drop off both Munch and Skeeter. When school started this year, I heard the angels singing. The logistics of coordinating multiple drop offs and picks ups wore both my husband and I out last year.
I started off the year with high hopes of getting us out the door. I tried games and contests like my husband does. My girls do not like to be hurried, and my perfectionist nature manifests itself in calls to hurry up. Mindfulness does not come easy for me at all. I want to be more deliberate in my parenting.
I realized that I had an opportunity during breakfast with my girls. I could talk to them about the day, about current events, and about what I am writing. If I leave them unsupervised during breakfast, they end up teasing each other and neglecting to actually eat. I took charge and started steering our conversations. We have discussed everything from racism to body image to our #oneword for the year. My word is believe. Munch’s word is namaste. Skeeter’s word is color.