Mornings for me are normally an unceremonious rush to get out the door as early as I can to beat the morning rush hour and even hopefully secure a coveted seat on the bus for the commute. Perhaps I take it to an extreme, as I arrive at school almost two full hours before my contract stipulates and have frightened the cleaning staff on more than one occasion when they come to clean my classroom and find me typing at my desk at 6am. My response to them to try to play it off? “Al que madruga, Diós lo ayuda!” (“The early bird gets the worm!”).
But not this morning. Keeping in mind my pending happiness project (still trying to develop it and get it off the ground!) and my goal to spend more time doing the little things that matter most, I deliberately woke up a little later than normal. I had my morning cup of café con leche in a regular mug instead of the travel one that I normally dump it into to take with me on the go.
After I finished, I quietly crept into Seba’s room to watch over him as he slept. The morning light was barely peeking through the window in his room, but there was just enough light for me to make out his tiny body as it rose and fell with each breath he took. At one moment he took an especially deep breath and sighed like what I imagine an angel must sound like. He looked so comfortable in his white and yellow cotton jammies, so peaceful, so warm and sweet, he really did look just like an angel. Even now, a couple of hours later, I am replaying the precious scene in my head over and over, and all I can think of is what a little miracle he is!
I can’t say for how long I was watching him. But when I left, I felt just like I imagine he must have felt at that moment- safe, warm, relaxed, peaceful, happy.
As I left for my morning commute to work this morning, I felt very grateful. Grateful that I had been fortunate enough to witness my little baby sleeping this random weekday morning, feeling more centered and noticeably happier than I normally feel when I go to work.
It’s moments like these, the small details of life that sometimes go overlooked in haste and hurry that can make even a typical Thursday extraordinary and memorable. I should practice and experience these moments more often!