Mornings used to be quiet in my house. They sounded like the hum of the refrigerator, a clock ticking steadily, coffee brewing in a cup. If you listened closely you would here a mind slowly waking up, soft wind outside the window, the sun just peeking over horizon.
Mornings used to be quiet in my house. Now they sound like a small voice babbling, trying to find words to ask for breakfast, plastic toys calling to each other in song, coffee brewing in a cup, coffee brewing in a cup, coffee brewing in a cup! If you listen closely you will here a three hearts beating as one; Dada, Ama, and Gigi. Dada snoring softly under the covers. The clink of toys that Ama (that’s me) is throwing in the toy basket. Gigi plotting the many ways that she will destroy the living room today….
This morning is no different. Fingers click on computer keys. Gigi pulls up on the other end of the couch and spies the laptop open. Her mouth opens wide in an excited roar and she cruises with purpose towards me. Little feet thumping on the floor. Hot breath on my toe. She squeals with glee as she reaches me, her tiny fingers blindly flailing at the keys.
“No No No,” I say. Gigi shakes her head left to right in response, smiles, and keeps jabbing at the keyboard.
Mornings used to be quiet in my house. I like them better this way.