I love mornings, I am a lark, not an owl. That said, I need sleep, if I have not had my sleep I cannot wake up – those are the mornings I do not like.
The morning routine is something I think about a lot. And it is a routine which changes over the years.
Pre-children it was a short shower, breakfast, leave for work routine. With a lot of talking to anyone alive in the house. They did not always respond, I did not always notice this.
Offspring the elder is a similar lark, so morning feeds were sometimes in the World Service broadcasting hours rather than Radio 4 (which means before 5.20am). The mornings were long, cuddly, busy.
Offspring the younger is a night owl, he woke late. So, I had a year or so of a child-free half an hour or so at about 6am. I drank tea and baked bread and listened to the radio in a blissful time.
Now they are teens, they need to up and out early, but they do not need my assistance. How times change.
Now my early mornings can be a good chunk of time in which to do what I want. I have discovered something exciting this winter. Getting up and doing something quiet and sedentary feels as legitimate as getting up at the crack of dawn to exercise, which seems to be the usual recommendation. So, to soothe me through the dark cold mornings of the quiet season, I am indulging in mornings of coffee, reflection, writing, reading and prayer. Not all of those every day, but always the coffee. Here’s to mornings.