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School Days - Part One: Mornings

Saturday, 10 September 2016 00:00  by Administrator

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Confession: I am not a morning person. My taste buds do not find coffee appealing, which makes the already long, drawn out process of waking up seem to go even slower. Especially when I arrive at work and my coffee-drinking co-workers are bright-eyed and ready to attack the day with enthusiasm. Meanwhile, I feel like I’m moving at a speed similar to Flash, the sloth from Zootopia.

I recall as a teenager when I would ignore my parent’s courtesy wake up call, my dad would squirt me with a spray bottle. Since my teenage years I’ve gotten a little better about waking up, but it’s still a struggle for me…and then I became the one responsible for waking our girls for school! Let me tell you…it is not the finest hour in our house because my daughters, unfortunately, got their sleeping habits from me and are not morning people. Aside from battling to wake up, they are grouchy in the morning, particularly on schooldays! Thankfully, I have been blessed with an amazing husband that now takes on the responsibility of waking our daughters for school every morning so I may get that extra few minutes of sleepy, grogginess to myself.

Getting my girls to emerge from the bed was one feat, but getting them out the door to school was a whole different level of chaos. There would be days that I’d get home after dropping them off at school and cry, feeling like a failure at motherhood. Finally I decided to make my best attempts to stop feeling pity for myself. I would lose sight of the fact that we, as Americans, have the freedom and ability to provide our children with an education. My husband and I felt especially blessed to be able to send our girls to a private school, which provided them the opportunity to receive an excellent education while staying true to our specific morals and values. Despite our frustrating mornings, how could I be anything other than grateful?!

Although my mood lifted a bit, the girls were not phased by my new (somewhat grateful) outlook on early mornings and continued to give me a hard time. I realized it was time to try a different approach…revealing how fortunate and blessed we are to have these opportunities (and that we often take them for granted). I’m sure some of us can attest to hearing our grandparents’ stories about walking to school “12 miles in 6 feet of snow, uphill both ways.” Although slightly exaggerated, these stories of trekking to the one-room schoolhouse miles away aren’t that far-fetched. The past few generations, (mine certainly included) have had it significantly easier than the generations before.

Stay tuned for my next blog, addressing yet another reason that we have to be grateful for our educational opportunities!

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