Up too late.
Perhaps it's my fate.
I try to go to sleep when normal people do.
But Tea is uncooperative, and then, my efforts, I rue.
I've never been an easy early morning riser.
When I was up on my own, I think I did surprise her. (my Mom when I was a teen)
It could be hormones or genes.
Can you tell me what it all means?
Just tonight I decided to own it.
Working with what does, already, fit.
I recently read in a really great blog
from another lady writing about coming out of a fog.
She expressed her belief,
it was, for me, such a relief.
A new context for an old thought.
It felt like something for which I'd long sought.
Putting it simply is not easy here.
This rhyme is a little difficult, dear.
But basically it had something to do
with the fact that Father made us each; a little clue.
We are each different, a bit unique.
And perhaps we're not all made with the same daily peak.
Some people rise super early in the morn.
While others wish to, but are constantly put to scorn.
And then there are those like me,
Who rise as necessary.
*sigh*
Why.
I still wish I could rise early.
But I also wish my hair was curly!
3 comments:
REally? you wish your hair was curly? : )
That is a very good point...we are not all made with the same daily peak.
Another thought, Tea loves her sisters and her mama.
By being awake when sisters are asleep she gets mama to herself. Her doses of sisters when she gets them are sufficient.
REally? you wish your hair was curly? : )
That is a very good point...we are not all made with the same daily peak.
Another thought, Tea loves her sisters and her mama.
By being awake when sisters are asleep she gets mama to herself. Her doses of sisters when she gets them are sufficient.
"Who rise as necessary."
Hehe, you're not alone. Maybe it's a homeschool mom thing? :)
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