Deja Vu
The last time I got up at the crack of dawn and made breakfast for a schoolkid was in May 2006. My daughter was in her senior year of high school and the morning routine didn’t so much amount to feeding her but dragging her out of bed. On her final day of classes, as I made her a cup of tea and hollered at her for the 18th time to GET UP, I remember thinking, This is the last time I’ll ever do this.
Ha.
This morning, I hauled my carcass out of bed at 6:15 instead of 9:30, popped some Pillsbury cinnamon buns in the oven to bake and got my 11-year-old step-granddaughter up for her first day of school in NC. What an odd but pleasantly familiar feeling…like stepping through a time portal and finding myself back in any one of the 24 years when I performed the School Morning Samba with my own three offspring. Now, I can hardly wait for 3 p.m. Dispensing the milk and cookies. Hearing all about how the first day went. Helping with homework.
I am finally beginning to understand why people go ga-ga over their grandchildren. It really is more fun the second time around.
–phoebe kate
I wish I had a mommy in college to wake me up(more like drag me out of bed with great difficulty, haha) and bring me tea!
atleast you have more li’l bebes now to take care of besides the kitties.