Let's face it, we all need a break from the noise once in a while. A small amount of quiet time can do wonders. It can prepare you for the hustle and chaos to come. It can leave you refreshed and more at ease. It can leave you more tolerant to daily stressors.
I used to think getting up early was stressful in itself. I have never been a morning person, until recently. I was always an afternoon person, prior to now. I found that it isn't stressful to get up early like I had anticipated it being. It is soothing. It is good for maintaining my relationship with my husband, once we are both awake enough to converse. Coffee first, that is a must.
In the evenings, the kids come home wired and ready to burst from sitting at a desk most of the day, and it is a far cry from quiet. Upon entering the front door, my boys are often talking at the same time, voices blaring. The jumbled mess I hear is evident they are in a constant competition with one another to see who can tell me about their day first. Backpacks are dropped, folders are checked, homework is done, and mandatory reading of 20 minutes is completed. None of the aforementioned activities are done quietly, not even the reading. Between two boys I hear, "Moooom, How many minutes have I been reading?" about 47 times (I really should invest in a small egg timer). Before dinner, there are sounds of rambunctious boys wresting, playing, and sometimes fighting. My teenage daughter is either in and out of the house with her friend or giggling up in her room talking to her friends. There are fights and battles between the three of the kids over who gets to shower first, second, and third. They hip jab one another at the sink when brushing their teeth and argue over space. There are arguments over space daily, especially with two boys close in age that share a room.
In other words, my house is just like any other house with three healthy, happy, typical kiddos. It is messy. It is noisy. It is a semi-organized and sometimes not so organized chaos, but I love it. The noise can be wearing and on days they fight more than others it can feel nearly unbearable, but they are three of the most outstanding, fun, silly, smart, unique, constantly growing and adapting, and downright precious people in the world to me, which makes it all worth any struggle or hardship that comes with parenting them. I consider the good and bad to be balanced on challenging days and the proverbial scale tipping in favor of good on most days, despite all unruly loudness coming from inside the walls of our home.
I gladly take and embrace the chaos (some days being better than others), but morning quiet time prepares me for that. It has even repaired a few holes (albeit small holes) in my relationship with my husband by allowing us to talk in the morning like a civilized couple without interferences. There is no yowling over the noise at one another or giving up on conversing because of constant interferences and parental duties. It is our time. I can listen about his band and he can listen about my writing. He can tell me about work. We can talk about goals and dreams again. We can discuss the day ahead. We can come to know and understand one another better with each passing day.
It is easy to lose touch in a marriage over the years with all the responsibilities, kids, jobs, schedules, and planned and unplanned events or obligations. The noise of life and living life can pull focus away from individual relationships, and kids cannot raise themselves. We do much for our children, especially in those very young years. It often leaves time for your best friend, soul mate, and love to the last and most exhausted moments. It shouldn't be that way, but in reality, it often becomes that way as you conquer the world together and parent together.
These mornings allow us to put us first. I feel a newfound purpose and joy with getting out of bed in the morning. No more snooze button for me, but I will reiterate the importance of coffee first, especially before speaking or answering questions. Autopilot does not kick off until one regular caffeinated cup of hopes and dreams is consumed, then I am golden. The discussions can be had and questions can be asked.
Speaking of coffee, my last few sips are gone. The boys are loud and up and demanding to be fed. Hubby is out of the shower. Mom duty calls! Off to slay the day!