2016-2017 school year, apparently.
When my kids were little, getting them up and ready for school in the mornings was a nightmare. There was always lots of yelling (on my part) often crying (on their part). It was just a terrible start to every day. So after a couple of years of that, I decided something needed to change. Instead of shaking them awake and telling them it was time to get up for school, I went into the their bedrooms and started singing a morning hymn, “The Day Dawn Is Breaking.” For kids who did not sleep on top bunk beds, I actually climbed into bed with them and cuddled them. And no matter where they slept, I always gave them a little back massage while I sang.
The difference was night and day. They were waking up gently to a loving mom who was enjoying spending time with them. It was am much gentler way of waking up and they had a few minutes while I was singing and touching the to transition from sleep to wakefulness. It didn’t solve every problem every day. But in general, people woke up on time and were happy to get up and moving for the day. I stopped having to re-wake people every 10 minutes and didn’t need to constantly tell people to hurry because we stopped being chronically late.
As time moved on, I couldn’t help but think of the resurrection (because that’s what the song was about!). Knowing that one day I would die, I thought that having me sing this song to them every morning of their lives would make a strong association that might provide them a lot of comfort sometime after I was gone and just be a really nice, warm, memory in the meantime.
So I have probably been singing this song every school morning for close to 15 years now. At some point, I have stopped with the teenagers. Usually when they are pretty responsible about getting up on their own. But every once in a while I would still go in and sing to them. Sometimes I would even take a moment to snuggle up on the bed with a practically grown child and they would let me. But for the most part, it was something I did daily with the younger set.
Until this year, I guess.
In past years I have woken up at 5:30am. This gave me plenty of time to make the lunches, make breakfast and be able to take a few minutes to sing and massage to each individual child every morning. I think I set my alarm at 5:30am twice this school year. 5:30 am is just not happening anymore. So I moved the alarm back to 6am. But pretty much, I can’t drag myself out of bed until 6:30. Well 6:30 is the time that the teens need to get up for school. So once I get up, I usually make the rounds for the boys. There is no singing. There is no massage. I basically turn on the light in their bedrooms, shake them each once and say it’s time to wake up.
Then I scurry out of their rooms because that gives me less than 30 minutes to make 6 lunches (which has been really difficult lately because we have no convenience foods and everything needs to be made from scratch) and breakfast for 8. I am usually still in the midst of those jobs when 7am comes and it’s time to call the family for prayer.
So at 7am, I yell up the stairs, calling each person by name and shouting that it’s time to pray. Then they wander down over the next five minutes while I’m frantically trying to get their food ready for them. I stop my franticness for the prayer and then return to it immediately.
What this means is that I’m missing out on those precious few minutes of one-on-time I used to take every morning. It means that more often than not, 2/3 of the boys actually don’t wake up when they need to and then skip the breakfast I have just gone through pains to prepare because they are so late. And sometimes one of the girls doesn’t wake up when I call for prayer so we just go on without her and wake her up later. The really sad thing is that most mornings I barely even SEE my children now. They are rushing because they are late and I am rushing because the food they need before 7:15am is not finished and then they run out the door yelling “bye” to me as they go.
I absolutely hate it. But I also cannot wake up any earlier in the mornings any more. I don’t know what my deal is. All that decade and a half that I did it, I had babies waking up in the middle of the night and toddlers to deal with while I was making breakfast and lunches and I could wake up when I needed to just fine then. But not anymore.
Another thing that is falling apart is homework. You probably know I’m opposed to homework anyway but we always PLAN to do it and get it all done. It usually takes us several weeks into the school year to get the routine down. But we do finally get it down. And homework gets turned in on-time mostly every week.
I just can’t do it anymore, though. It takes all my emotional reserves just to remember to ask them if they have homework. One girl has a homework packet due on Friday, the other one due on Monday. I can never remember which. There are a zillion online things they are supposed to be doing daily. Plus daily reading. Plus studying spelling words. And that’s just the elementary kids. Then there are the older kids. And every teacher telling me to keep up with what my child is doing on the online system. Meanwhile, my life is stressful and complicated enough as it is. I just don’t have anything more to give this stupid system that I hate anyway. So I have no idea if my kids are turning in homework or not. I don’t know what it is. All I can do is ask them if they have it and tell them they should probably get started when I remember to do it. It’s actually nice. I LIKE the afternoons and evenings with my kids and the things we do that are not homework. But the guilt shames me into feeling like a terrible mom who obviously can’t keep up appearances anymore.
And I guess that’s true.
The little girls are young enough still, though, that they have plenty of years of waking up to me singing “The Day Dawn Is Breaking”, though. I would love it if I could find a way to keep that up for a while longer.