We have a morning routine. I’m sure that’s not surprising to anyone. I am a routine kinda gal – always have been to some extent – I was raised that way – and my kids thrive on routine.
I woke up 10 minutes before my alarm went off this morning [not a part of the routine]. Here’s a tid-bit … I am a good sleeper and I am NOT by any means a morning person. It is a rare occasion that I get up before I HAVE to.
So, as I was saying … This morning I was laying awake 10 minutes before the radio came on when Jay appeared next to my bed [not, at all, a part of the routine]. He said one word.
Then he just stood there looking at me. I shook the cobwebs from my head and asked him if he was happy and he said yes. I gave him a hug and told him good morning to which he replied. “Good Morning Mummy” and walked out of the room.
The rest of the morning went exactly the way it always does.
I really don’t know why we broke routine this morning. Even by that tiny fraction.
I do know that the timing for it was great.
What Jay didn’t know is that today my Grandma would have been 81. I’ve written before about her. She is still the most good person I’ve ever known. I miss her an awful lot and more than almost anything, I wish if she had been around long enough to know my boys. She would have loved them to pieces.
I have a tendency to be sad every year on Feb 1st, but not this year. This year I will follow my sons lead and be happy.