Some days I wonder what it must be like to wake up slowly, to smell coffee brewing, to stretch my limbs and welcome the new day with open arms, to spend a peaceful morning nursing a cappuccino and reading a book.
Instead, I get this: SLAM!!! BANG!! I awaken with a jar, heart pounding, and sit upright. Then I flop back down and peer with bleary eyes at the clock. 6 am. Peter is awake. Time to hit the ground running!
That’s Peter. It’s all or nothing with him. When he wakes up in the morning, he may lay in bed for maybe five minutes, but then he is like a hurricane scattering noise and debris across his path. There are no quiet mornings in our house. Like EVER.
This particular morning was no different. Except that I was tired, having stayed up late painting rocks for my new Etsy shop, Alleluia Rocks. I’m having a super time with this new endeavor, but I find myself staying up later and later, and that’s not a good thing when you have a Peter in your life.
So this morning I was in a bad mood. Stayed that way until I got to work and looked at the photos scattered around my office. I focused particularly on the ones with Peter as a newborn. I couldn’t help it; my heart melted.
He was such a precious baby, and his brothers loved him at first sight. We had no clue, of course, what lay ahead for him and for our family. The developmental delays, the autism diagnosis, the therapies, the adjustments, the uncertainty of the future. The LOUD MORNINGS. Back then, it was simple. Three boys. Mommy and Daddy. That’s it.
So I adjusted my mood and remembered that I am blessed. Yes, I still wish for those carefree days. I still wish for a peaceful morning every once in awhile. I always will.
But I still have my 3 boys. Mommy and Daddy are still together. And we even have Athena The Dog now!
Who needs silence to enjoy a cappuccino anyhow?
Here we are last Saturday when we marched in the Columbia Christmas Parade with the local Adopt-A-Greyhound group!