Mornings are hectic
here. Mostly because I am not a morning
person. I feel like it’s not natural to get out of bed before the sun is even
up. I put off actually getting out of bed until the last possible minute. The
last possible minute in my house is almost exactly 25 minutes before my son
gets picked up for school. I’m sure if I had a full hour to get everything and
everyone up and dressed the morning would be much less hectic. However I will
take those chaotic 25 minutes and be happy with my extra 35 minutes in bed and
be resigned to the fact that this is what I have asked for.
Alarm goes off for the 5th
time. That’s the real get out of bed alarm. The rest are just kind of like PSA
testing to see if anyone can actually hear it. I wake Aidan up first. He
usually ignores me and lays in bed mumbling about how I am the meanest mother
on the planet for the next 10 minutes. While Aidan has a private pity party
under his covers I wash my face and brush my teeth knowing that his whining
will become increasingly louder because he thinks I’m not paying attention which
will in turn wake Seark up. Seark fortunately greets every day with a smile. If
both of them woke up the way Aidan does I would probably just stay in bed and
forget out the whole formal education thing. Kidding. Definitely kidding
because homeschooling is also not an option. Ever. Rylan seems to have internal
alarm clock, something I envy, that wakes him up at the same time every day.
Once everyone is up we head down stairs.
15 minutes until Aidan has to
leave for school. I will spend the next 10 minutes getting Seark a “hot”
bottle. Yes my almost three year old still drinks a bottle in the morning.
Judge away. It won’t bother me… or change our morning routine. After I get Seark a bottle and get his cartoons
on I make Aidan his breakfast and let him eat it on the couch. Next make lunch
for Aidan to take to school. Last make sure he has everything he needs for the
day as I ask for the hundredth or so time to GET DRESSED!!!! I GAVE YOU THE
CLOTHES WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO WEAR. YOUR
SOCKS WERE WITH YOUR CLOTHES JUST LIKE THEY ALWAYS ARE!!! YES AIDAN YOU HAVE TO
WEAR SOCKS TO SCHOOL….. BECAUSE YOUR FEET WILL GET STINKY WITH OUT THEM…. I
DON’T KNOW WHY SOCKS KEEP YOUR FEET FROM GETTING STINKY JUST PUT THEM ON!!!!
All of this is happening
while Rylan waits sometimes patiently in his rocker… sometimes not so
patiently. This morning Rylan was having a not so patient morning. As usual I
give him a toy to keep him occupied. Most mornings it just lays by his side as
we watches me like hawk complaining until I pick him. This morning something
else happened. I got him a toy. Put it in front of him and…. He picked it. He
stopped crying and held the toy just inches away from him nose. He inspected in
for a good five minutes. In this five minutes that he was quiet and content and
curious I should have finished everything I had to do. Nope. Instead I stood
there watching Ry discover something. He had seen this particular toy a dozen
or so times before but today was the first day he really took notice of it. I
watched him twist and turn it, try to shove it in his mouth, pull it close to
his and push it away. Inevitably he got bored with this discovery.
My mind drifted back to when
Aidan was an infant. I remember watching him discover things for the first time
and that being one of my favorite things about being a mom. This unique
experience that only I for the most part got to witness. I wondered for a
minute how many of these moments I had already overlooked with Rylan simply
because I was busy with the other kids. How many of these moments had I missed
with Aidan because I didn’t know to look for them? When Aidan was a baby I was
so wrapped up in the miles stone events like rolling over, sitting up,
babbling, walking, I wonder how many of the mini milestones I didn’t see
because they weren’t something the dr. was going to ask me about, because I
didn’t read them in a monthly newsletter that defined whether or not my baby
was “normal”, “within range”, “on track”.
Having three kids I have
learned to that each baby will do things in their own time. Not to waste time
wishing time away waiting for the next milestone. When Aidan was a baby I
remember like almost every first time mom I have ever met waiting, wanting so
badly for him to say his first word, take his first step. He did. Earlier than
most. I felt like his accomplishments were also mine. I was that proud mom who
thought my early walker articulate talker was the among the gifted and talented
baby geniuses. I remember feeling relieved that he did these things with such
ease. In the last seven years with another baby in between I have changed. My
views have changed. I still look forward all the milestones but I am also aware
of what else they signify. Each new beginning is also the end of a chapter in a
book I don’t ever want to finish. Milestones are bittersweet. Even the ones
only a mom recognizes. They make you pause or make you want to press
pause. Each day that passes my babies
grow. Seark won’t drink a bottle forever (I hope)… Rylan will make new
discoveries everyday… and there will even be a time where I will be missing
hectic mornings with my boys. It is true life can pass you by while you are
busy doing other things. Don’t let it.
And while lost in my thoughts
time once again got away from and Aidan will be late for school… again.
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