Two little eyes peek around the door. I know who they belong to. My little Butterfly flutters in first thing in the morning checking to see whether she should enter. She’s all smiles when she bounces onto the bed and crawls under the covers to cuddle.
This is a different Butterfly than the one that appears suddenly in the middle of the night, confident that she will be able to sneak into bed with me.
The next to wake is Bunny. Normally, that’s because I have to flood his room with light and noise to get him out of bed. He is the reason we are up so early… school calls. Absent from this room is a working alarm clock. Somehow, he has three and none of them make a peep in the morning. I have a sneaking suspicion that turns them off so they don’t wake him up in the morning.Tomorrow, I promise myself, I’ll get him up earlier, way before he expects it.
From there, I see camaraderie and siblinghood. I see my son make bowls of cereal for his sisters and clean the table.
I see him go to the bathroom and prep all of the toothbrushes so they can brush their teeth together.
I see him crawl onto the floor to help his sisters put on their shoes after he gets himself ready.
I see joyful and playful children.
Laughter fills the air until it’s time to get in the car, with two of them protesting vehemently. “Get your things and get in the car or you’ll have to get in the car without your stuff,” I nudge. With dragging feet, they grab their Barbies and a book to read.
In the car, I see drivers who don’t seem to understand the purpose of a crosswalk, and sometimes a red light.
At the school, I see parents who act like their child is the only one going to school and they are the only ones who have something else to do, cutting off cars, narrowly missing some of the children on foot.
I see parents begrudgingly completing their mandatory volunteer hours, by opening doors so the children can get out and motioning the cars to continue driving so more cars can drop off. This morning, however, a couple of parents aren’t in the helping mood. They are neither motioning or opening doors. They are standing so far down, they couldn’t be of assistance if they tried. But an hour of time is an hour of time, right?
As I drive off, I think of all of the things that we could get into today and I see the possibilities are endless.
This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post. This week’s sentence is “The things I’ve seen this morning…”
Your hosts are, as always, Kristi from Finding Ninee and this week’s fabulous sentence thinker-upper, Leanne from Hope.