In the morning

For the first time in 18 months I woke up naturally {when my body saw fit}.

For the first time in 18 months I woke up past 7am {and the sun was shining}.

For the first time in 18 months I woke up to the sound of birds {no alarm in the form of a baby crying or a toddler calling for mum}.

And I felt new, refreshed, whole and alive {in the morning}.

For the first time in 18 months. 

And I'm pretty sure I smiled.

Then I stretched gently and closed my eyes and rolled a mantra around in my head.

I took some deep releasing breaths, and I gave thanks {for sleep, my body, the sun filtering into my room and the quiet}.

I gave thanks for this very time, this moment awake {and not needed}.

And I got thinking about my ideal morning {waking when my body wants to, morning yoga, a brisk walk, a nourishing breakfast, drinking tea outside in the sun...}

And I thought about the last time my ideal morning passed {two years ago maybe}

Today it felt like that nurturing ideal was at least part possible, that one day soon it may all be possible again. 

And then I remembered all the days it could have been {pre-motherhood} and the choices I had made and alarms I had set instead. 

I pondered what had been and dwelled on what could be.

And lying there, I made a decision to start my days differently {with an affirmation and a little morning yoga too}. 

Then I closed my eyes and cuddled closer to the two little girls sharing my bed. 

Elisa xx

How does your ideal morning go? Any tips for a refreshing start to the day with littlies in tow?