I like to move as slowly as possible in the mornings. This is a new thing. As far back as I can remember, mornings have started by pressing the snooze button over and over, then jumping into a chaotic blur of showering, dressing, coffee and maybe food—those last two often happening during a hurried commute. Arriving late has always been the norm, whether it be to school, job or my laptop. Blowing a self-imposed start-time counts! I’ve never much been a fan of mornings.
That ritual of sorts was among the many things upended once Roy came along. Now, I’m committed to slowly savoring the small slice of time we have together before he heads to daycare and I to work. The time is there to savor, since Roy’s inner alarm clock rouses us both at around 6:30, earlier than I ever would have woken on my own. He has no snooze option. I married a morning person—opposites attract—so Clint’s gone by the time we rise. It’s just the boy and I, in a morning-quiet house, setting the tone to our respective days.
My favorite part, since the warm weather hit, happens once we’ve made it downstairs and put our shoes on. The dog’s still upstairs, reluctant to leave her warm patch on the bed until she knows we mean business. Roy gives her the signal, standing at the bottom of the stairs yelling, “Mon! Didi! Side!” (Translation from toddlerspeak: “C’mon, Nico! Let’s go outside!”)
And so Nico comes down, and we all head out to the side porch. It’s quite narrow, and I’ve somehow managed to convince him that walking down the stairs is not an option, so he is well contained. I fiddle with the fuschia as Roy plays with his brooms and Nico does her business. All the action stops when a telltale rumble starts in the distance, signalling that a large vehicle of some sort is about to make a brief appearance between the hedges. Delivery trucks, garbage trucks and buses are the consistent and most impressive draws.
We wave goodbye to it, then go about our business for a minute, until the next one rumbles past. If you would have told me a couple of years back that one day soon, I’d be happily waving at a garbage trucks at 7 AM, I would have called you crazy. But here I am.
I like mornings much better now.
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