Mornings

     It is early morning, my favorite time of day. I’ve sunk into my oversized leather sofa with my laptop on my lap and my coffee on the table next to me. My boxer, Molly, completely unaware that I have entered the room, sleeps on her overpriced dog bed just a few feet away and is snoring like a 300lb man. Molly is almost eight and she like my 80 year old grandmother doesn’t “do” mornings. My two year old puggle Francisco is already outside. He is the most energetic dog I have ever owned. He is like that squirrel from the movie “Over the Hedge” you know the one where he is moving so fast it looks like the world is going by in slow motion. That is Francisco, so full of energy, he looks like a wild Cheetah running around our backyard, never stopping to rest and determined he is going to catch something.  I secretly wish I had that kind of energy. Alas, I am like Molly and my grandmother, slowing sipping my coffee and carefully stretching my sleepy muscles so I don’t pull anything. I really cherish this time of peace and quiet because I know soon enough my three tornadoes will wake up and really put my day in full swing. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love the noise and energy my children have, it is all the bickering over who stole what, and who hid what from who and why he/she is the worst sibling ever that gets under my skin a bit. I love having my mornings to myself. I make my coffee, pull out the laptop; I sink into my sofa and watch the early morning sun shine through the many windows that surround the main level of my home. It is quiet, I can hear my thoughts, try doing that with three kids screaming, “Mom he farted on me” or “Mom she wiped a booger on me” or “Mom where is my clean underwear”. No noise, except Molly’s snoring and I can easily over look that, she is an old girl and my best furry friend.  In the morning I can ponder over what the day will bring, make my mental lists of things to do, and have some great meditation with the Lord. The morning is a sign of a new day, all of yesterday’s worries, headaches, problems, and stresses got washed away over the night. It is like the worry train came and picked them up while I was sleeping, took them to a far off place called “Worry Land” and now I can’t even remember this morning why I was so aggravated before I went to sleep last night. The bible says joy comes in the morning.

                Psalm 30:5-For His anger endureth but a moment, And in His favor is life; weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

In the morning I see new beginnings, it feels fresh and peaceful. The day is still pure and has not yet been polluted by what I will see and hear on the news, the tragedies going on all around us in this world gone mad. I feel hope for what the day will bring. I feel like I can be productive.

     The kids just woke up. I hear the little tyrants giggling and laughing with one another. One of them has grabbed a dart gone (one of my boys, I’m sure of it) and is plotting to shoot me over the look through from the second story of our house. The yelling begins, “Don’t shoot mommy”, my daughter is coming to my rescue, love that girl. Wait there is more, “if you make her mad she won’t let Zoey spend the night”, yep there it is…My day is taking that active turn from peaceful and quiet to loud and action packed, and I love it. I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. I take one last sip of coffee, smile to myself, grab a dart gun, run upstairs and blast them all! This mom is one step ahead!