Some mornings are hard.
Some mornings involve tears and consequences and poor behavior. Some mornings have me wishing we could all go back to bed and start all over again. Some mornings no one listens and mom can’t control the madness if she tried.
This was one of those mornings. I started off thinking how great it was that my boys had so much energy this morning. I wished, for a minute, that I could harness some of it myself. I couldn’t remember the last time I skipped into and out of a room as I got ready for the day. I tried to capture the moments in my mind and revel in how adorable and young they were.
But then, the adorable, youthful, joy filled energy became overwhelming. It spilled over until they went too far and resorted to tackling each other and getting in each other’s way. They stopped listening. And despite my desire to enter the day declaring it would be lovely, I found a negative attitude began to run though me and sink into my cells from head to toe.
So, now that the madness has gone to school, I’m taking a moment to reclaim the day. I’m trying to remind myself that the energy and excitement my boys had this morning, the overwhelming emotions were simply their way of dealing with the world transparently. For the next eight hours they will be masked and behind plexiglas working hard. This morning, they just wanted to run free and be kids. Maybe I should’ve found a way to let them.
Some days start off hard, but they don’t have to continue that way. We have a choice to step back, reflect on what has been, and move forward with hope of better yet to come. My prayer this morning is that however you started today, God graces you with even better moments ahead. May you and I believe that the best is always yet to come.