This was one of those extremely rare mornings that my youngest daughter cheerfully hopped out of bed the first time I called her.  She quickly dressed, did all of her chores and then at down to eat a leisurely breakfast.  The entire time she was chattering on about this and that…and mostly marveling at how much time she had.  She was so amazed at how much nicer her morning was going when she didn’t have to rush.  (My caffeine starved brain was simply marveling at how much more pleasant she was!)

I had to laugh when my girl calmly informed me that I only had four more minutes until I needed to be ready to go.  When those four minutes were up, I was dutifully ready to go with my keys in hand.  Mimi, however, started frantically running around trying to remember where she had left a certain pair of shoes. (Mimi considers herself quite fashionable and wasn’t willing to wear any of those other shoes neatly lined up on the shoe rack)

I just shook my head and told her that I was going to warm up the car and that she had better hurry.  It wasn’t too long until she breathlessly plopped into the passenger seat of the MomMobile.  I quickly (but safety) drove her down to the bus stop…just in time to see it drive away. 

It wasn’t a big deal to follow the big yellow bus to the next stop.  It was a big deal for Mimi though.  She just knew that everyone was watching her get on at the wrong stop.  (Don’t you just miss those teen years????)

After such a tragic ending to such a wonderful start, I can’t help but wonder how long it will be until my girl will eagerly hop out of bed the first time I call her. Sigh…

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9 Responses to Mornings

  1. Hilary says:

    You might as well just consider it a once-in-a-lifetime event. 😉

  2. Kari says:

    Is this a belated Mother’s Day gift? Oh, to be sort of on time. Thank god for peer pressure….
    Love your tulip header!

  3. Peggy says:

    I do NOT miss my own teen years. Every little thing like that was so acutely embarrassing. Now that I’m older and something slightly awkward happens, I know that; 1. It doesn’t matter and 2. I don’t care.

  4. Jay says:

    I can just see it now. She gets to school and as she walks down the hallway all the kids behind her start whispering “I hear Mimi got on the bus at the wrong stop this morning. What do you think she’s up to?” 😉

  5. A bus? What is this thing of which you speak? We don’t know nothin’ ’bout no school buses in San Diego!

  6. Oh. I wouldn’t go back to that self-conscious stage for anything.

    You sound like a very patient mom.

  7. oddmix says:

    I hated high school. Hated it! Yech…

  8. Cheryl says:

    I love lots of time in the morning. Of course, I can’t help but wake up early so it’s not like it’s a choice. Fortunately I don’t have to wake my teenager up, but her time downstairs before leaving is like 5 minutes. It works for us since I’m a morning person and she’s one to be avoided. I’ve learned so much from my daughter, like when to stay far away! How many more years before she’s a pleasant adult?

  9. Susan says:

    Hilary~Yep, I think it pretty much is!

    Kari~huh…maybe, I hadn’t thought about that.

    Peggy~And they always say those are the Best Years of Your Life…yeah, right!

    Jay~Of COURSE that’s what everyone was saying. 🙂

    Jenn~You don’t? I rode a bus all through Jr high and high school…

    Ruth~Wasn’t it awful?

    OM~I think most of us did. BTW, Nice to see you back around.

    Cheryl~Some people just aren’t meant to be morning people. (NO…I’m NOT talking about myself! tee hee)

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