Morning Ritual

Recently, most mornings at around 6:15, I wake up to the sound of my daughter crying. I go in and pick her up from her crib – she’s already on her feet waiting and crying – and sink into the big comfy chair we have in her room. It’s dark, and quiet (once she stops crying). She wipes her tears on my shoulder or sleeve, and we just sit quietly for a couple of minutes. Then she pops up, smiling, and tries to play with my glasses, or pat my head, or say “noooo” while pinching my nose.  Recently, she’s got a lot more words to say – “baby” for her doll, “nite-nite” for her blanket, among others.  It’s almost as if we’re having a conversation.  It’s not a lot of time before we have to change her clothes and get her ready for daycare, but it’s the best way I can think of to start the morning.  Pretty soon, she’ll have other things to do in the morning instead of chatting with her dad.  Or maybe I’ll become too busy or leave too early.  I’m grateful for this morning ritual I have with my daughter.

~ by ashok on July 13, 2008.