Tiny droplets of light sprinkle across the bedcovers, there is some wiggling and a burst of laughter that lights the entire room. Her wild head pops up and a spirited, “Mornin a mama, get up!” falls from her rosy lips. I slowly open my eyes and there she is, those dark chestnuts eagerly looking at me, watching for me to come alive.
“Get up, get up.” She demands.
I flip myself over and peer at the clock, predictable as always, 7:10 a.m. on the dot. I’m groggy, I beg for 10 more minutes.
“Get up. Brush teeth. I hungry.”
Two year olds, they have no concept of snooze.
As much I try, her protests become louder and now little feet are pushing at me to get out of bed. What a fire this girl has. I know all too well though, as much as I love that fire, that fire won’t be put out till later tonight. As soon as those little feet hit the floor it’s go go go time.
Must move. Must make coffee.
Legend says the goat herder Kaldi first discovered the potential of my beloved beans.
The story goes that that Kaldi discovered coffee after he noticed that after eating the berries from a certain tree, his goats became so energetic that they did not want to sleep at night.
I question if she is dipping into the beans before I am fully aware it’s light out.
I throw back the covers, drag myself out of bed, and start our morning routine.
Her cup is first.
I grind my coffee beans.
Grab plates and bowls.
Sleepy eyed boys slowly trickle down the stairs.
Breakfast is served.
And mama continues with her morning coffee making.
Sip. Chat. Sit. Get up. Clean up spills. Negotiate one more bite. Sip. Sip. Wipe down table and work towards routine number 2 for the day. The education of the boys and keeping little hands busy. Sip. Slurp. Sit. Sip. Sip. Ahhhhh
These groggy, busy, cold coffee mornings in the kitchen will eventually turn into slow, hot coffee, and conversation with just one. It’s not always easy to throw my body out of bed, there are days I wish I could just curl up and enjoy the warm bed a little longer, but the reminder of these days slipping by keeps me moving. Keeps me throwing back the covers and throwing up the shades. Keeps me enjoying another day, and another day of cold coffee and cleaning up messes.
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“When you wake up in the morning Pooh”, said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”
“What’s for breakfast.” Said Pooh. “What do you say Piglet?”
“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet
Pooh nodded thoughtfully.
“It’s the same thing,” he said.