Good Morning, Sunshine
Snippets of midnight musings from a mother with a baby, who is in the midst of cluster feeding.
Good morning, sunshine
“Good morning, sunshine.”
I say to my toddler every single morning. Without missing a beat, he always replies with, “hello sun.”
Those words have become honey. They roll out smooth and sweet. It’s a part of our morning ritual that I will never skip over.
My kids are the light of my life. Their radiance shines bright, no matter how cloudy or stormy it gets.
While we are supposed to nurture and guide our children, there is also much we have to learn from them.
Kids are wise, we just have to listen.
We learn to slow down.
We often rush through life and treat our days like a list full of tasks that we check off and then move on to the next. My children have taught me to be still through the noise. To observe and savor.
We learn to give unconditional love.
My kids know that each tear is met with a hug and kiss. Nothing in return, just warmth and tenderness. Never have I felt more fulfilled with purpose. To be comfort, open arms, home.
We learn how to be creative.
There are no rule books or constraints. Kids ooze creative energy. No second guesses, no comparisons, no embarrassment. They think, they do. Their mids are innocent and magical.
Kids are pure sunshine.
Nourished
Milk dribbles out of plump, rosebud lips. Curled fingers unwind while warm breath caresses skin in a sleepy haze.
Books, blocks, and toy cars leave scattered trails like breadcrumbs leading to hidden treasures.
An untouched mug, once warm, sits on the counter waiting to be found again. Sandwich crust refused and left discarded.
Sticky fingers hold tight to a plush teddy bear nuzzled between cheek and pillow. Tanlged curls smell of bath time bubbles, splashed onto the floor.
The stilled silence holds memory of laughter and song. A small light that glows through the darkness, used to illuminate paths and ward off monsters.
Full bellies. Full hearts.
Nourished.
Whispers of Delight
A blooming garden — rosemary, thyme, lavender, basil, and chamomile. It’s a lovely sight.
A hot cup of coffee with a delicious chocolate chip oatmeal cookie at 5 am (I can start my day with a cookie if I want to).
Kindle + treadmill = ultimate disassociation (yes, I’m finally team Kindle thanks to my wonderful husband).
This prose style of writing is a little different than what I typically put out. I’m constantly playing around with new ideas and would love to hear your thoughts, as well as any whispers of delight that you might have!
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Loved reading this 🩷 I've been caving to the pressures of urgency recently, so I needed this reminder to slow down and appreciate all the beautiful boring mundane moments of life
“Milk dribbles out of plump, rosebud lips.” — love this, Ashton 🤍