I’m a morning person. I love waking up early, before the noise of the day begins and having my quiet time–just me and the Lord. Getting up in the morning isn’t an issue for me, I’m awake and alert as soon as I wake up; I’m not one to grope around until I get my coffee (which I’m off of again for now). Don’t get me wrong, I love the weekends, I love sleeping in, and I do need sleep, which is why I tend to go to bed earlier, though I do enjoy staying up late from time to time if I have a good reason to. However, being a morning person does not mean that I get ‘conversational’ first thing, I’m with the school of thought that talking and noise should be kept to a minimum until at least breakfast. Generally, the kids keep that rule of mine as I’ve enforced their need to have quiet time, prayer, and meditation before getting into the day.
It’s funny how my kids see mornings so differently, though.
Charlotte is the early bird around here. I guess her teenage hormones haven’t kicked in quite yet; she’ll often be awake before me, sometimes as early as 6AM. She knows what to do in her morning time, and by the time I wake up, she’s usually chipper and in a great mood. By school time, however, she’s tired again. I need to figure out how to make her sleep longer! Keeping her up later at night hasn’t helped much so far, though she does tend to take at least one morning a week where she’ll sleep longer.
Cherise still hates sleeping, period. She’ll fight it at night, and will wake herself up in the morning if she possibly can. She seems to sense that, somewhere, someone is doing something and she’s just lying there. If she could, she’d never sleep, and the amazing thing is, she’s rarely tired and is usually the last one of the three to get sick, if she even gets it. She is not, however, a morning person. It’s a good thing I have a ‘quiet morning’ policy or she’d be grumping everyone into the day. By the time she’s had her prayer and praise time, though, she usually manages to be socially acceptable by breakfast.
Jordan can sleep, he sleeps in the morning, he naps, he’s often the first one off at night, he just likes sleep (woe is me when he hits his teenage years). Mornings for him are for cuddling, snuggling, and just lounging around for as long as he can get away with it. Quite the opposite of me, who feels it’s a waste of time to stay in bed once awake. He’s pretty good company in the morning, though, especially once he’s gotten his morning dose of hugs and kisses. It’s funny to see him go from tired and ‘not feeling so well’ when school starts, to slightly more excited about the day by the first break to downright energetic by lunch.
So there you have it, variety, is indeed, the spice of life.