Good Morning world! I’m so excited to be back. Right now, it’s barely seven in the morning. The Sky is a muted grey and the ground is saturated with rain. In my kitchen the coffee pot is whispering my love language as the coffee drips into the pot and for the first time in weeks I am up early, and my children are still sleeping. This rare phenomenon almost didn’t happen.  I accidentally woke up my mom while trying to find change of clothes for my toddler, who had wet her seat while rushing out the bed and to the potty. The two-year-old who just minutes before was ready to go downstairs for breakfast decided she wanted to lay down with grammy, and with that I lucked into some early morning free time.

Before I became I mom I was an early bird. I would wake up at five or six in the morning, hit the gym before work and stop at Starbucks on the way to work to enjoy some coffee and either write or read.   As I am currently in the thick of the newborn stage, I am happy if I wake up before Nine.  Every day during my newborn’s early morning feeding I tell myself that I am going to wake up at five in order to have some me time. Every morning when my newborn wakes to feed around five or six, I think myself insane and go back to sleep.

As I am sitting here appreciating the rainy day outside and sipping on a cup of coffee, I am thankful for today, for this chance to write, for this quiet morning. Trying to find time for the things that fill your cup as a parent can be difficult. Even as I write this, I had to stop because I heard my newborn making noises upstairs.  Thankfully she’s a noisy sleeper and wasn’t actually awake. I bought her downstairs and put her in the swing so hopefully I get another thirty minutes or so to write. After I put her in the swing I cut on some classical music which is my favorite music to listen to when reading or writing. For several beautiful minutes as the music played and the coffee waltzed on my tongue I felt like the pre-parent me. The coffee loving writer who wrote poetry while on the city bus on the way to work and went to open mics in my spare time.  For the first time in months, I feel like a writer again.  

If this is the only time all month that I get to write, I wont be upset. I am thankful for this time and this moment. The one thing I’ve learned in parenthood is to appreciate the moment because they are so beautiful and often fleeting. I will however, from this beautiful moment on making writing more of a priority. If I can do one thing for myself, this will be it.