Take time to enjoy mornings

One morning I was getting the children ready for school. It was the usual too busy morning with the kids running around trying to find their socks and school books. I was late for work, and the bus was due soon. I felt my job as a mom was to make sure everyone was nicely dressed, fed, and thoroughly prepared for the day ahead.

One morning I was getting the children ready for school. It was the usual too busy morning with the kids running around trying to find their socks and school books. I was late for work, and the bus was due soon. I felt my job as a mom was to make sure everyone was nicely dressed, fed, and thoroughly prepared...I'm not even sure what I was making for breakfast. I just know it was fast. The children were unusually slothful this particular morning, not moving as quickly as I thought they should. This was making me irritable, and as many mothers do, I was giving orders left and right.

My daughter came into the kitchen and said, “Mom, would you come with me a minute.”

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My answer was, “I don't have time, Christy. We are all going to be late. You will have to find your own stuff this morning.” Sound familiar? However, she was persistent. Her brothers joined her in coaxing me out of the kitchen. Consequently, after much protest, I agreed to go with them if they would hurry up.

When we entered the living room, they ask me to close my eyes. I was having a bad morning, and this exercise was taxing my patience, but reluctantly, I agreed. The children took my hand and led me onto the front porch. We lived in a rural area with lots of woods around us. When I stepped outside, they instructed me to keep my eyes closed and take a deep breath.

Surrounded by three anxious and excited children, who might have been late for school, I took a deep breath. The smell brought tears to my eyes. It was the fragrance of honeysuckles, enhanced by a humid morning that filled my entire being.

At that moment, I realized that I was going too fast and not enjoying what I had. I was so busy trying to make sure everything was ready for school and work that I failed to see their need for peace to begin their day. Needless to say, I stopped everything, wrapped them all in my arms, and we enjoyed the moment together.

When we went back inside, everyone had their things ready, we had breakfast together, and I drove them to school. I was a little late for work, but that night we turned off the TV a little early, and I told the children what I needed them to do to help me get ready for the mornings.

Each one laid their clothes, socks, and shoes out. Their books were put on the table by the door, I signed all the school papers, planned what we would have for breakfast, and even made a “to do” list for the following day. The next morning we had breakfast on the front porch. Sounds impossible, right? It wasn't. It just took a little planning and family teamwork.

There were many times after that we had to remind ourselves to slow down and enjoy each other, but it always made a difference in our home life and their school lives. I found out later that my youngest son, who was a little hyperactive, had much better days in school when we had peaceful mornings at home.

My children are grown now and have their own children. They live in a world where there doesn't seem to be enough time in the day to do all the things they need too. That's why occasionally, I have to tell them the story about the time they had to remind me to stop and smell the honeysuckles.

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Deana Landers
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Deana Landers has had many roles in life — Pastor’s Wife , Nurse/Health Educator, Writer and Motivational Speaker ... more