Sunday mornings, then and now


Wake up from sound sleep and with a near heart attack at 5:30 a.m. to a little pair of eyes staring down at me, willing me to wake up. Wonder how long he had been standing there. Get pulled out of bed to play. Silently curse…curse a lot.


Wake up at 6:00 a.m. to the pitter-patter of footsteps approaching our room, then stopping abruptly to read the “Come back to Mommy and Daddy’s room after 8 a.m.” sign on the door. Hear and can’t help smiling at child who lets out a very audible “Awwww!” and slumps down on the floor against our door to wait. Hear him giving up after 10 minutes, and allow myself to fall asleep again at the sound of his retreating footsteps.


Wake up at 7:30 a.m. from the sound of husband closing the bedroom door behind him. Fall back asleep. Wake up again at 7:57. Reluctantly sit up and reach over for laptop. Check e-mails and Facebook. Go downstairs to say hello to child at 8:30. He is playing a video game, watching t.v., or reading quietly. Say good morning three times and make him respond. I wrap my arms around him and playfully squeeze him, asking him how he slept. I take his mumbled “good…” for now. He nods when I ask if he has already eaten something. I go back upstairs to bed, to my laptop. Twenty minutes later, I hear his footsteps running up the stairs, more staccato now, less pitter-patter. He gets dressed and washes up. He and his best friend Jack had already made an appointment to meet at 9, at his house.

All I ever wanted was sleep, and now the house feels so quiet.

What are your Sunday mornings like? 🙂

13 thoughts on “Sunday mornings, then and now

  1. *sigh* I know the day will come for me as well, and I don’t want to wish these precious years away, but today would’ve been a great day for them to sleep in… And of course this is the day they woke extra early for us. Yaaaaaay….

    I know I will look back to today and wish for the pitter patter again, but such is parenthood right? Always back and forth between the wishing and the waiting.

    • I know. It is so hard to be in the moment. I really craved my sleep so badly during those early years.

      Well, if it’s any consolation, Justine, we still have our bonding moments. Night times are special – we read and we snuggle, and my son has yet to grow out of that. Maybe the best of both worlds (we get to sleep in but we get them at night)? 🙂

  2. My children are are grown up and gone… living in other cities. I miss tripping over their and their friends shoes in the front porch. I miss the calander on fthe fridge showing all the piano lessons and hockey or soccer games they had to attend. I miss all the chatter and noise.

  3. My children are are grown up and gone… living in other cities. I miss tripping over their and their friends shoes in the front porch. I miss the calander on the fridge showing all the piano lessons and hockey or soccer games they had to attend. I miss all the chatter and noise.

    • My little boy is still just 9 but I think about those days ahead often…I can’t even imagine a quiet house, one clean of toys and activities schedules! There is so much irony in parenting – you’re supposed to love your children enough to let them go.

  4. 4:45 : Wake to sound of yelling, followed by chipper “Nice to see you, Mama (or Daddy)!”
    4:50: Stagger into living room to put on Sesame Street. Pretend to check email on phone. Wish fervently that I was allowed to drink coffee.
    5:00: “Hungry!” Go into kitchen to find whatever combination of food small person wants (mac & cheese? soup? cereal? toast? who knows?)
    til 6:30: try to remember what sleep was like, or waking up to full morning sun.
    6:30: Wake up Mr. O to take second shift.

    I think once 8:00 hits, it feels like noon.

    • 4:45! I don’t blame you for feeling like half the day has passed come noon time 😉 Your description brought it all back for me – I must have blocked out all the details 😉

  5. This is great, Cecilia. Both a reminder of the near past and a glimpse of what’s yet to come.

    Though we’re still somewhere between your 2009 and 2010, the idea of a loud silence is very much on my mind this week as all three of my kids are in school for the first time. There’s joy and sorrow in every transition, it seems. I’m acutely aware of that right now. xo

  6. I coveted Sunday mornings as a child. I woke up before my parents did and raced to the driveway to grab the Sunday paper. My father made tea and the 4 of us would sit around the dining table reading the newspaper. It is one of my fondest memories of my childhood.

    Prior to being married and having my daughter, I also carried over the Sunday newspaper tradition. I’d go to gym, shower, and read the paper.

    Now, in 2013, I may start the morning out with a run (if I am lucky) and then tend to breakfast for my husband and daughter. My favorite Sunday morning ritual is to watch CBS Sunday Morning (one of my favorite news shows) and sip my cup of coffee.

    Enjoyed this walk down memory lane. Thanks, Cecilia.

    • Your Sunday mornings, past and present, sound delightful (especially anything with reading and coffee). We don’t have a tradition right now – my husband and I are always working first thing – but your post reminds me of the importance of setting up something. I would want my son to grow up with similarly happy memories.

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