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The March Slice of Life Story Challenge
The March Slice of Life Story Challenge
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"Good morning! Rise and shine!" I softly say as I flip on the light switch, turn off the globe that is used as a nightlight, and push the off button to quiet the sound of rain.
I touch her leg to start the wake up process.
Then I repeat all of this in another bedroom with my other daughter.
I sit on her bed, usually chatting about the day ahead or about the weather, so she knows how to dress for the day. I may hear some groans. There is major stretching. One eye opens slowly. Then the other. Squinting at me in the bright light.
Then I repeat all of this in the other bedroom with my other daughter.
Most days I'm still getting ready as well, wrapped in my robe. So, I head down the hallway to my bedroom and remind both girls, "It's time to get up and out of bed and get moving!"
Within a minute ...
"Momma." A quiet three second pause. "Momma! I don't know what to wear!"
"Me neither ..." I whisper to myself as I stare at my wardrobe in my closet full of blacks, grays, and plum.
I poke my head out of my closet, "It's chilly again today. And you have gym!"
This response never satisfies.
"Momma? Can you just come help me? What should I wear?" She pleads.
I walk back to her room. We inventory her closet -- which is full of options, colors, and clothes that actually fit -- sliding the hangers from left to right. She makes her final decision.
"Thanks, Momma. I'm good now," she smiles and says sending me out the door.
I head back to my bedroom wondering what I'm going to wear today. I grab something black and gray and get dressed.
Before I meet the girls at the top of the stairs, I glance between my two Giving Keys and decide if I need {HOPE} for this day or to {BELIEVE}. I grab the word and feeling my heart needs, slip the necklace over my head, and we go downstairs.
The same time tomorrow this scene will repeat. The same conversation. The same frustration. The same end result.
The only difference? It will be my other daughter!
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Every morning ...
"Good morning! Rise and shine!" I softly say as I flip on the light switch, turn off the globe that is used as a nightlight, and push the off button to quiet the sound of rain.
I touch her leg to start the wake up process.
Then I repeat all of this in another bedroom with my other daughter.
I sit on her bed, usually chatting about the day ahead or about the weather, so she knows how to dress for the day. I may hear some groans. There is major stretching. One eye opens slowly. Then the other. Squinting at me in the bright light.
Then I repeat all of this in the other bedroom with my other daughter.
Most days I'm still getting ready as well, wrapped in my robe. So, I head down the hallway to my bedroom and remind both girls, "It's time to get up and out of bed and get moving!"
Within a minute ...
"Momma." A quiet three second pause. "Momma! I don't know what to wear!"
"Me neither ..." I whisper to myself as I stare at my wardrobe in my closet full of blacks, grays, and plum.
I poke my head out of my closet, "It's chilly again today. And you have gym!"
This response never satisfies.
"Momma? Can you just come help me? What should I wear?" She pleads.
I walk back to her room. We inventory her closet -- which is full of options, colors, and clothes that actually fit -- sliding the hangers from left to right. She makes her final decision.
"Thanks, Momma. I'm good now," she smiles and says sending me out the door.
I head back to my bedroom wondering what I'm going to wear today. I grab something black and gray and get dressed.
Before I meet the girls at the top of the stairs, I glance between my two Giving Keys and decide if I need {HOPE} for this day or to {BELIEVE}. I grab the word and feeling my heart needs, slip the necklace over my head, and we go downstairs.
The same time tomorrow this scene will repeat. The same conversation. The same frustration. The same end result.
The only difference? It will be my other daughter!
Teacher uniform in the winter. Black, Gray, Plum. Love it.
ReplyDeleteOh the challenge of the morning or anytime. So many clothes and choices and yet the same question every day. Love you and the girls! Hugs to everyone, Mom
ReplyDeleteI like the gentle waking up. On some days the "What to wear?" question is as difficult as "What should I cook for dinner?" question. Reading your morning slice reminded me of the slices I wrote about Mimm, and the morning goodbye kisses, when she was younger. Now she is a teenager, and before I leave the house, I still give her a kiss, but she just keeps sleeping.
ReplyDeleteLoved the twist at the end! I can barely manage to dress myself to get out of the house, so I am very glad my son has strong opinions and always knows what to wear (and is also always very happy to march into my closet and pick clothes for me too.) The older I get, the more I want a teacher uniform!
ReplyDeleteHa. Oh the struggle for find something professional yet functional for kneeling next to small tables and sitting on the floor with students. I appreciate the little details you have included in this piece.
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