When I was a little girl, the way my mother would wake me up in the morning was by finding my hand beneath the quilts and rubbing my palm and my fingers, so that I would wake up slowly.
Now, when my husband leaves some days in the early morning, he wakes me gently by kissing my cheek, whispering something I never remember and pulling up the blankets to cover me. Sometimes he opens our window so that by the time I do wake up, the cool new air is coming in.
But by far my favorite way to be woken up these days is an old cliche.
It is by the pitter and patter of little feet.
On this spring Sunday morning, I woke up at 6:34 and the sun was aleady high. It wasn’t the light in our room that got me up, but my daughter’s soft stepping down the hall, past the top of the stairs, around the corner and into my room. Her bare feet made little “pat-pats” on the carpet. She crawled into bed, up and over me from my side, her young foot lodging itself in my thigh and she nestled in beside me.
Softly, “Wake up, Mama.”
No need, because I was already awake, her quiet footsteps waking me as gently as my own mother rubbing my hand.
oh now this just makes me wanna be a mom
I loved being woken that way too. Another way I enjoyed was when they were under a year – I would wake to the sound of them chattering nonsensical words in their cribs! I miss those days.
That is precious. I feel guilty, I often cringe when I hear those footsteps waking me in the early am. I should think of it more as a blessing.
so sweet! i love it on the days the kids come and wake me up or listening to Mauryn sing in her crib
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sounds like a wonderful way to start a sunday morning!
lovely! i love slow morning where we all snuggle in bed for a good half hour.