Morning madness

When my children and I step out of the house at 8.30 a.m. everyday, we look like every other family, all polite smiles and greetings.

If anyone had stepped in to our home, just ten minutes before this, they would have seen our ‘morning madness’.

It’s like a classic Maths problem. Family N has 35 minutes in which to get ready. Family N has 4 members. Each member needs to complete 6 tasks within the 35 minutes, and share resources. What is the most efficient way of doing this…?

I am still looking for answers to this one. Add a yelling mom to this combination (whom no one listens to anyway) and things get crazier.

Believe me, I have tried to be the type of mom who is calm and composed, who can smile and get things done, but….

So, this morning, it was business as usual and the usual yelling and squabbles were on. There was a hunt on for a school worksheet, the bathroom door was repeatedly knocked-on and…you get the drift.

In my sternest voice, I had issued a deadline to my son. When I went to check on him ten minutes later, I was on the boil. He was standing on the balcony, without a care in the world. His face was turned to the Sun, with a smile. He stretched like a cat and closed his eyes and looked up at the sky. He moved his neck from side to side, touched the hibiscus plant, stretched some more and watched the birds and trees.

The yell that was about to erupt from my throat stopped midway, as I saw his smile. He was at peace, and enjoying a few minutes of quiet with nature, a few minutes where he probably dreamt of nice things.

Who was I to take those precious joys away? I felt calm and walked away. Surprisingly, my son was ready on time.

What’s the rush? Maybe there’s a lesson in here somewhere that I have to learn.

This entry was posted in Everyday moments and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

21 Responses to Morning madness

  1. I suppose as long as he’s ready on time, no harm done.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. katelon says:

    How nice he could take that time and notice things. Not many children would do that.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Randstein says:

    Great post, Nimi! I can so relate to this story from both sides. When all the children are here, it is a madhouse of missed deadlines for each task. When my nerves finally get the best of me, they all look at me and tell me I am stressing out for no reason and to calm down. So, I finally had some months of rest and relaxation and I became just like your son. My peace was wonderful. The children’s priorities were no longer a concern to me. Next thing I know, they are all yelling at me to get going so their deadlines can be met. What a surprise that was. πŸ™‚

    Liked by 2 people

  4. NJ says:

    This is so true πŸ™‚ just that my father has replaced my mom in this morning craziness …he always said if i don’t do this nagging guys you won’t reach school on time πŸ˜› while my mom was all chill out she just had one rule …give orders only once if not followed you will miss the school bus πŸ˜› and then all loss is yours πŸ˜‰

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Aadhirai says:

    That’s a cute twist and feeling wonderful just for the feel described from your son.. πŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

  6. reocochran says:

    Rushing around can take away precious moments where kids are able to relax and notice things. Sometimes it takes a deep breath to realize this. πŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

  7. We would do well to observe those childlike moments more often. Both to share those moments with our kids as well as taking a much needed fresh breath of life through the eyes of a child. ❀

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Jackie Jain says:

    Haha… When I was a kid I also used to slow up the things… But was always on time.. πŸ™‚ Kids find peace in simple things. Elders have to learn from that. πŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s