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I was running behind schedule. I stood in the kitchen glancing sideways at the clock while moving furiously between the fridge and the counter, moving things, cutting things, organizing things, putting things away.

I was (not so) silently cursing myself…again. Why didn’t I make lunches the night before?? Usually I do, but I was too tired this time. I had errands to run while waiting for my daughter to finish her guitar lesson. Then I had to wash and blow dry my hair, always a longer process than I think it’s going to be. When that was finally done I just wanted to sit on the couch and decompress. I knew I would regret it in the morning, pay the price for my decision to relax but in that moment I didn’t care.

Now I cared.

Another glance at the clock told me that I had two more minutes to finish everything before it was time to go wake up the kids. No breakfast for me, I would need to grab something later. Sigh. I had been up for less than an hour and already I felt hopelessly behind.

Then something caught my attention from the corner of my eye. I turned to see my son slowly walking into the kitchen, eyes squinting from the light.

“Good morning, Mama.”

My mouth hung open in shock. Here was the kid who I have to pry out of bed every day, the one who insists he can’t take off his pajamas, or put on his shirt, or even walk down the stairs by himself in the morning; now here he was, fully dressed, standing in front of me.

“You got up and got dressed all by yourself?!?” I was so surprised I could hardly form words. I knew in my head that this was a direct result of the time change on the weekend but I wasn’t complaining.

Suddenly I saw a blissful change in my morning routine. If he could/would do this every morning then maybe I could have breakfast – a real breakfast that didn’t come in a package and have the word “bar” in its name.

This could be life changing.

I reached over, gave him a huge hug and told him how proud I was of him. He explained that he had gotten dressed very fast because he didn’t want me to come upstairs before he was done and ruin the surprise.

“I even brushed my teeth Mama, see?” He said, opening his mouth wide so I could inspect. I gave him another hug and a kiss. Then I decided to see how far this could go.

“Hey Buddy, do you want to go wake up your sister for me?”

He was off like a rocket, so fast I had to yell “do it nicely” after him for fear he would decide that jumping on her bed was an appropriate wake up call.

I turned back to the kitchen and managed to get five extra minutes to finish my chores and eat a piece of toast.


I began to envision a whole new life, not unlike the feeling I had when the kids (finally) started sleeping through the night. I could exhale. I saw my mornings stretched out ahead of me, relaxed and unhurried. It’s amazing what a difference a few extra minutes can make.

That was yesterday.

This morning my bedroom door opened at 5:47am and my son proclaimed (loudly), “Mama, I got dressed by myself again!”


This would be what is meant by being careful what you wish for.

I get it now.

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