Okay. I have a confession: I am NOT a morning person. There I said it. This is something that my fear based ego often turns to as a way to judge myself, “You should be waking up at least an hour earlier so that you can work out, and meditate, and be showered and dressed before anyone else in the house has even opened their eyes!” Blah, blah, blah. I’m working on letting all that go and just accepting that I am NOT a morning person.
Therefore, when I woke up at 5am this morning to my son, who is a year and half now, crying from his bedroom, I was NOT an enthusiastic mommy! My husband, bless his heart, tried to take the lead and got up to attempt to give a bottle, but Oliver was not having any of that, he only wanted mommy. I picked myself up and gave him his bottle, then gently kissed him and tucked him back in his crib, afterall is was 5am, and in my house, 5am is still “night night.”
No sooner than I had laid my head back on my pillow, I heard the muffled sounds of Oliver’s cry, so sad because you could tell he was crying face down into his pillow. I got back up, resolved that if there was any chance that I was going to get anymore sleep tonight, I needed to just bring him into the bed with us. The whole time I’m dragging myself through the apartment, all I can hear is the voice of Damon Wayans, Jr. on the show Happy Endings, in the episode where he gets woken up too early by his wife and he turns to her and says, “Bitch! It is 5:30” then he turns over and goes right back to sleep.
As I’m laying there, back in my bed, Oliver kicking and flailing about, because God forbid he has any blankets over his legs, all I’m thinking is, “Please, child, just go back to sleep.” Woe is me that I would have to wake up at 5am on a Saturday, doesn’t the universe know that I am supposed to get to sleep until at least 7am? I had my eyes half closed, trying to model sleeping, hoping that monkey see, monkey do, but I could still see what he was doing. He turned his head up to look at me. He laid there a few seconds, examining my face, then lifted his head up, and delivered the sweetest, softest, most perfectly puckered kiss on my lips that I had ever felt.
In that moment, I thanked the universe for the extra special gift I had been given. I hadn’t actually lost anything, I only gained. It wasn’t until that moment that I even realized how my perception had been coming from the place of lack, focusing on what was going wrong and what I was missing. This is an old way of thinking for me and an area that I try hard to be aware of, as I walk my own path health and happiness. Special moments like that don’t happen in the hustle bustle of our typical mornings. I was woken up a few hours earlier than usual today so that I could experience and receive the gift of love!
Things don’t always go the way we had hoped, or the way that we think they should but everything does happen for a reason, we just have to be willing to see what the greater purpose is. If we only focus on what went wrong, we miss all the gifts of what went right. Make the choice to find the gifts in your everyday life and be willing to let go of what you think they are supposed to look like!
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