There are some aspects of pregnancy that are hard to recollect now. Brain damage from sleep deprivation will do that to a person. While this brand of selective memory loss is certainly essential for the perpetuation of our species, there are some parts of pregnancy that were so joyful (or dark) for me that I will probably never forget them. My children were still very young when my sixth and final pregnancy began nearly five years ago. Everyone was still four and under. It feels crazy just writing that. But that was my life back then– My Big Fat Gestating, Lactating, Homeschooling life. (Officially calling dibs on that for a future book title).
Morning Time was short and sweet back then. A prayer, a song, a story and they were off. When we first started morning time, food was the major draw and I was the only one at the table not wearing diapers. After a solid year and half things were slowly progressing upwards. I finally felt like my PPD/PTSD was at a manageable level and I was enjoying life with my boys. We were on the home stretch of grad school and flat broke. We lived in this little yellow bungalow I had loved since I was a girl. Hubby built a brick pathway and a white picket fence around the front so I could plant a beautiful garden. It was healing to be out there with the boys. We would often bring in flowers to set on the table and they became part of the simple beauty of our morning time. I didn’t have a plan for each and every day, but we were consistently reading something and we were always singing hymns we learned at Bible Study Fellowship. I woke up craving that simple time every morning. 10-20 minutes of peace before the boys were unleashed upon 1100 square feet.
Then I got pregnant.
I kept it to myself for two weeks, trying to shield my poor husband who was wearily working through his dissertation. I probably would have kept the secret longer but my girl Whitney Houston died and as we watched the livestream of her funeral my hormones took over and I weepingly confessed all.
You know that bone deep exhaustion that comes with those first weeks of building a human inside your uterus? When all you want to do is hibernate but the tiny humans that live with you are flat out not having it? Then the morning sickness kicks in and you spend most of your day heaving in the bathroom while little fingers are poking in from under the door and a little lisping voice is asking “Mommy! Mommy! Wath that noithe? Are you vomiting again?” Yeah, Morning Time is hard to do when all that is happening!
This was the season in our lives when Morning Time briefly became Afternoon Time. We didn’t start our days out together singing. We started our days out caring for one another. Even the littlest one recognized that Mommy was ill and needed help. My hubby would get up before the sun to do some research, then he would wake the boys, change their diapers and feed them breakfast before heading out the door for another day of grad school. I would often walk out of the bathroom after a bout of morning sickness to find the hallway littered with “gifts.” Treasured cars, trucks, dinosaurs, animals, all waiting for me, carefully put in place by three tiny boy warriors with hearts growing in empathy for their mama. This was the season when one of my sons emerged as a natural caretaker. When someone needed something and I was unwell, he would go and solve the issue or find what was needed. One son emerged as our resident encourager. He would walk over and sweep the hair off my forehead as I lay on the couch nursing the baby and he would say “My poor sweet girl, you are doing such a great job Mom.” Then there was the baby, just over a year old. He didn’t care when we had morning time, he cared when he had Mommy Time.
Mommy time always trumps Morning Time.
After all the nausea passed and the day was half over, the boys would go down for their naps. I would rest a little and when they awoke we had our Afternoon Time. It was a sweet way to transition out of nap time. A snack, a song, a story, a prayer, a handful of flowers. It was peaceful and purposeful. It was not part of the original plan, but its what worked for that season.
On the really bad days, there was no Afternoon Time, and the world kept turning and the children kept growing and we would try again the next day.
We moved across the country when I was about six months pregnant. This upheaval led to two months without Morning/Afternoon Time. The longest stretch we ever went without. It was a hard period in our family history, but we were blessed to be near my husband’s family and to have access to a wonderful amount of nature!
Once we were settled into our new space I realized that I was ready to have Morning Time again. We had barely gotten into the habit when our last little boy came lightning fast into the world and everything turned upside down again for a few months.
But by now we had seen and tasted the beauty of Morning Time. We all loved it. We all needed it. Morning Time was here to stay. Now I set my eyes on stretching their ability to linger at the table, to long for more beauty and more stories. I was mere months away from meeting Charlotte Mason and the boys were growing by leap and bounds. In many ways we were crossing a bridge together, the bridge that would take us to a whole new world of learning that would change us forever.
Stay tuned for our next installment of the Road to Morning Time: Bridging the Transitions.
6 thoughts on “The Road to Morning Time: A Pregnant Pause”
Love this so much. Makes me wish I would have known about and started morning time when my boys were little like that. We are sure enjoying it now though!
Thank you Elsie! You are such an example of grace and flexibility with the varying times, seasons and stages of life, motherhood, parenting and home education. Thank you for your encouragement!
Just love this, thank you so much for sharing! What amazing little men you have:)
I truly LOVE everything you write! While I am still trying to figure out how to do morning time and this whole homeschool thing, I read your blog and feel so inspired when I am feeling down and frustrated. You often write about food and bringing the boys together, I wish that would be the case here. Food allergies and SPD make meal times stressful even with tolerable foods. then i read your posts and know I can persevere. I know something will happen and then it will give birth to our morning time. I know how much my 2 boys and I need it. I cant wait to read more about how you found your road. Thank you for sharing.
What sweeties your hubby and boys are! You’re so blessed and it makes me want to implement Morning Time even more when my girl is older. She is about 6 months now and my one and only at the moment. 😊 She doesn’t pay much attention but will listen to me read her a story occasionally. ❤