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By Cynthia Bugert
10/16/12
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"Morning Mommy"
Mommy stood at the sink, hands covered in bubbles as she stared out the window. She still wore her hair as she had when it was the color of the cinnamon stick resting in her cup of tea. Beautiful locks of silvery gray now grazed her shoulders in a cascade of velvety curls. The clear glass in front of her transformed into the recollection of a day in the life she'd been blessed to live.
She climbed the stairs and opened his bedroom door. How she treasured being the one who got to wake him up in the morning. She found him lying in the same position as always, almost flat on his tummy, hands clasped above his head, left leg bent and off to the side, and his handsome face turned away from the door. She remembered finding him in that position every morning since he was a baby. How much he had grown since then, but still he was Mommy's boy and she cherished his tender heart. She woke him the same way every morning, sitting on the edge of his bed and rubbing his back, "Good morning sweetheart, it's time to face the day." He stirred and rolled onto his side, looking at her through sleepy eyes, "Morning Mommy." Satisfied he was awake, she made her way back to the kitchen and the finishing touches of his breakfast.
When he made his way to the table, she served him up his favorites: pancakes, bacon, a banana and chocolate milk. Before long his plate was finished and he was off gathering school supplies and running for the bus. With a kiss on the cheek and a quick embrace, "Love you, Mommy. See you later." She watched him until he was safely on the bus, even though he was in middle school. It was her little boy, after all.
A little while later, the little ones roused from a dream filled night and came stumbling toward the stairs. She loved the pitter-patter of their little feet moving about on the hardwood floors. It was almost always Austin first. His smile embraced her heart with those sleepy eyes turning upward, tiny fist rubbing one or the other, "Morning Mommy."
She walked over to the stairs and scooped him into her arms before he reached the bottom, "Good morning sweetheart. Ready for breakfast?" Then she set him in the booster seat and placed the perfect amount of food for his little tummy in front of him.
Turning back toward the stairs she saw her baby, Cody, sitting about halfway down with his elbows on his knees. He wasn't about to miss being scooped up by his Mommy! So, he'd sit there with his hands under his chin and wait his turn. She doubted she'd ever seen him descend the entire stairway, which brought a small chuckle to her lips, "Good morning, baby boy!"
"Morning Mommy. You make pancakes?" He asked, as was his question almost every morning.
"Of course I did," was the response as she scooped him up and gave him a gentle squeeze, "I wouldn't want you to miss out on your pancakes." She lowered him into the booster seat opposite his brother and retrieved his plate from the counter, "there you go, sweetheart."
"Thank you Mommy. More syrup?" He grinned, knowing she couldn't resist such an adorable, dimpled face.
"Just a little more," she said as she poured the syrup. She let him believe she was wrapped around his chubby little finger, though she had already planned for the question, leaving the pancakes without syrup to begin with.
After breakfast, it was time to curl up together on the couch and read from the Bible story book they loved so much. With a son leaning on each shoulder, Mommy began to read that week's favorite, "David Battles A Giant". She read with as much excitement as possible, changing her voice to match the characters, and allowing the boys to add in whatever sound effects or comments they felt necessary. When story time was over, the boys were off to drag toys from the playroom, and Mommy went to clean up the breakfast mess.
The images of the past faded, bringing back the view of the back yard. Grandma returned to her dish washing and heard a sweet voice behind her, "Grandma make pancakes?"
Scooping him into her arms she answered, "Of course little one!"

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