Early Mornings

I read a blog of an old friend who I likely haven’t talked to in-person since my junior year of high school (if even then). She, like me, is the mama to three little boys. As a native of the tiny island I  called home as a kid, she has many of the same memories that I have. It was a simple place … where you played outside and ran to the beach with your mere childhood friends. There was man hunt in the woods at the school up the road and endless hours of imaginative play in our back yards, along streams, in the tidal estuaries that surrounded us. As a grown up now, I marvel in the peace she finds and the reflection she gives to nature and the simple joys of life with her little ones. I envy the view out her window, of the mountains, her nearness to our hometown (4 hours versus 14) and of the quiet she finds to write her blog, knit and bake what appear to be heavenly vitals. And a garden that not only grows but yields diverse vegetables and fruits, herbs and flowers? I can’t even comprehend how that would be incorporated into a day. But she does it all with vigor.

It’s difficult in life to not compare yourself to others … especially those who have a somewhat similar beginning. To hear the stories of other professionals, mothers, women… it is impressive how seemingly similar and different we all are. As I was taking a read through her wonderfully refreshing site, and feeling the calm of her daily morning walk through her garden, coffee in hand, I thought of my own early  morning routine … Yes, mine also includes a steaming cup of hot coffee (my first of MANY), it’s in the wee hours of the day as well. However my view is slightly different. I strangely DO find calm in perusing what needs to happen that day in my planner … and what happened over email in the late hours of the night before. A sickness? Perhaps. But as I mentally tackle the meetings that have likely stacked up in my calendar for the day I can take a breath and prepare … and then, most likely before I’m completely ready, I’ll hear the first sounds of a tiny person waking up above and then the craziness of the day officially begins.

Morning View



About The Momster

The Momster is the mother of three little boys, living in North Carolina. A former bike racer, she currently works stupidly long hours in advertising and marketing, runs stupidly long distances for the sake of sanity and has made it her life mission to find Patience.
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