I can count on one hand, probably one finger, the times I have woken to breakfast in bed like they show in the movies. This isn't due to a lack of romanticism by my husband but rather the absurdity it would require to get up and make breakfast at four in the morning.
And while I always thought I would enjoy the singing rooster alarm clock I saw as a kid that woke with, "Hey baby wake up! Come and dance with me...." in a smooth jazz kind of voice; I rarely make it to an alarm. I do have alarms set on my phone and depending on the day there is either "Banana Pancakes" by Jack Johnson or "Rainbow" by G. Love and Jack Johnson. I cannot tell you the last time I heard either of them play.
I usually wake from a combination of finishing a dream, the dog moving around, or needing to use the restroom. And it is usually somewhere between four-thirty and five in the morning, though I have gotten a little better at "sleeping in" on weekends I don't work. These days I am still usually tired so I lie there for another fifteen minutes or so breathing and thinking about what I'm grateful for and what is worth sharing with you here in this blog.
Today I got a chuckle as for the third day in a row I woke and minutes later found the Moana soundtrack playing in my head. These are the times I know I won't be drifting back to sleep for sure. The music is an obsession of my toddler's right now and I will admit it is pretty catchy. As I lie there thinking about the changes in waking up since having a child I have to admit that while the old way may have been more relaxing, the current way overflows my heart.
Not to be left out and seeming to dance along to the beat of the music playing through my head; baby girl number two began to wiggle and move in my belly. This is an awesome feeling and I love how active this little one is compared to my first pregnancy. I just let the music play through my head and my sweet baby dance away. Yes, this beats any alarm tone or even the rising of the sun to the birds' songs. Though waking as early as I did I still have gotten to enjoy the birds' songs and I am still waiting on the first light of the sun which, being early Spring, is still nearly an hour away.
I'm grateful for these moments of joy. I'm grateful for these moments of recognizing how blessed I am and what a gift my children are to my life. I'm grateful to recognize the life I always wanted with a loving husband and home full of love, laughter, and children...it's here in this moment. I have it! I'm grateful for the birds' songs and the beauty of nature. And I'm grateful for alarms that can be set with gentle music for a safety net. But I am most grateful for the wonderful alarms my children provided today, not through tears of something wrong (though this is fine too) but rather just by being who they are at this stage of life.
What is your favorite way to wake? Does anyone else play a role in your best wake up call? What are you grateful for in this moment?
May today remind us to celebrate our blessings. May we recognize that every day doesn't have to be picture perfect to be blessed and find gratitude. May we recognize the moments that fill our hearts. Have a beautiful day!