on school days my alarm
awakens me at
4:53
and the game. is. on.
shower, coffee, lunches, breakfast
but
there is tender at 5:45
i could trade it for another
alarm
i could save myself the
trouble
but
there is tender at 5:45
i touch shoulders
i gently shake
it's time to get up
the long breath
the leg stretch
sometimes my knees buckle
with the weight of it
with the joy of it
this motherhood
and then the ensuing
too-long showers
hurrying along
forgetting cleats
remembering homework unfinished
needing money
but
there is tender at 5:45
linking with:
jen for god bumps
joy for life:unmasked
emily for imperfect prose
lisa-jo for five minute friday
beki at the rusted chain for fingerprint friday
michelle for caffeinated randomness
studio jru for sneak peek friday
Love this take on it! My game is about to be on, and I will consider this all day! Thank you!
ReplyDeletelove, love this!!! felt like i was reading my morning in script.
ReplyDeleteah, that every day starts tender. a convicting reminder.
steph
Stopping by from The Gypsy Mama's. I love your description of tender. Tender is in the sacrifice and practical isn't it!
ReplyDelete"but there is tender..."
ReplyDeleteoh kendal i love this... a peaceful mantra... bless you.
Just leaning back into a peaceful feeling here. This is lovely. I adore those tender morning moments.
ReplyDeleteI love this visual. The waking up our children and the affection we do it.
ReplyDeleteOh, Kendal! I remember the tender at... whatever time it was. Thanks for taking me back to it; the nest is empty now. But the joy of motherhood is still there in a new form.
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