Morning routines come and go very quickly in the world of motherhood. Just when you settle into one something always seems to come along and upend it. For the moment I am immensely loving the newest morning moment and doing all I can to hold onto it.
My day begins each morning at 7 a.m. sharp with the sweet little squawking of, "Mama," coming from my sitting room (currently Maya's nursery.) I stumble out of bed, go to those little outstretched arms, and scoop up my still groggy babe. We make our way back to my bed for a little snuggle time followed by a reading from a collection Curious George. Maya's fascinated by this little monkey. Even though there's interest, she still has the attention span of a 16-month-old, and distractions occur: time to tickle Mama, requests for "Itsy, Bitsy Spider" (her favorite tune), time to jump on the pillows. I stop for a moment, indulge her, and then go back to the story. She's drawn back in. When we finish she always takes the book and does a little "studying" of her own as she skims, usually backwards, through the book.
Maya shares her "study" time with big sister, Trista, the first to wake and join us in bed.
So far, she's picked up that ducks say "quack," and she can say yellow, which actually comes out sounding like "wewwow." Truthfully? I'm busting with pride over those little accomplishments.
So, while, moments come and moments go way too fast in this whirling world of parenthood, I'm doing my best to cling to and savor even the tiniest ones.
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