Bed Making Morning Ritual
I am not a morning person. In fact, I am in awe of people who greet the morning with eyes wide open and a charming smile. I often think that waking up is an accomplishment in and of itself and any attempt to fake happiness at 6:00 am is an exercise in futility. Having made my peace with the fact that I am a morning grouch, I have, nonetheless, cultivated a morning ritual that helps me cope with the wee morning hours.
An important component of this ritual is the making of my bed. With eyes half shut, I make my bed before stumbling out of my room (sometimes before stumbling out of bed). Once the bed is made, a sense of serenity starts to sweep over me. Something about plumped up pillows and a smoothed out comforter makes me ready to face my bathroom mirror- nothing prepares the mirror for my sight though!
Monkey See; Monkey Do
One morning, I failed to make my bed. It was particularly hard to wake up that day and I must have “snoozed” the alarm a dozen times. The last glance at my alarm jolted me wide awake and I started to mentally count down the minutes I had left before dashing out the house to catch my train. And so, the bed making was sacrificed as I sprang to get ready.
You could imagine my shock when I returned to my bedroom and found that my bed had been made. For a second, I wondered if a magical bed fairy accomplished the task on my behalf as a reward for all my years of tidiness.
It was not a magical fairy.
It was a better surprise.
After years of witnessing my morning ritual, my son made my bed and stood next to it, with a proud smile, to surprise me.
I was surprised. Happily surprise and very touched by his gesture. When I asked him why he had made my bed, he told me that he sees me “making my bed every day” and wanted to help me when I could not.
As the saying goes: Monkey see, monkey do.
What else had he seen me “do” over the years, I wondered?
I am a bookworm and I spend any “free time” nose deep into one of the many books that are living on my virtual Kindle bookshelf on my phone.
However, what my son sees is “mommy on her phone”.
He does not see “mommy reading a book”.
He certainly does not see “mommy reading the Bible” because my Orthodox Study Bible is ALSO on my phone.
All he sees is “mommy on her phone”.
(mommy is also on social media on her phone lest anyone believe that I am immune to the call of the sirens).
That morning, when he made my bed, I reflected on the other rituals that I should visually share with him. I resolved to make the effort to read a printed Bible and not a e-Bible.
I want that image imprinted in his mind and in his heart. How wonderful would it be to see him eventually pick up his Bible, without my instruction and open its pages? If he “sees” me reading my Bible, he might, in turn, read his Bible.
As the Biblical saying goes:
“Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.”
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