I heard them.
Those early morning stirrings that sound different on a Sunday morning: the slow, measured footsteps down the hall, the hushed conversations, the TV clicking on and the volume hastily turning down.
I laid there and listened, my eyes still closed, and savoured the extra moments. The next morning, I’ll be the first one up and will have to wake the two boys who have no trouble waking on the weekend to sneak about – but who, for some reason, are just “so tired!” on weekday mornings.
I heard the scraping of bowls being removed from the cupboard and the clatter of utensils. Suddenly, small, quick footsteps approached me.
“Mommy,” he whispered. “We are making you a special breakfast. You should get up soon.”
I peeked at him through the still-dark room; he was leaning over me, smiling with barely suppressed excitement.
He left again and there were more sounds from the kitchen – the fridge door, the toaster – and I embraced the warm bed for a few minutes longer.
It was a weekend of embracing.
On Friday night, we embraced our young geek-in-training and watched Return of the Jedi with Captain Alpha – completing the first trilogy and firmly establishing him as a fan. But was there any doubt about that, really?
David and I are card-carrying geeks, remember? So he comes by it naturally.
We then went to full geek-fest mode on Saturday with the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary Special. We did it up right with food:
We had a cute little spread going on at viewing time with bananas (because you always bring a banana to a party) and Jelly Babies (would you like one?) and Jammie Dodgers. We watched and nibbled and drank tea. Earl Grey. Hot. (Wait… what?)
And it was fun and special – and it was made even more so because we shared it. (It is not as much fun to geek out alone.)
How often do you get to watch Star Wars for the first time? How often do 50th Anniversaries come around? We embraced the opportunities.
Because when you love something, you don’t go halfway. You take it in to your heart; it becomes part of your being. In the end, it doesn’t matter whether it is hip or current or what everybody else likes, if you feel that connection.
After a bit more shuffling and chairs-pushing across the kitchen floor, two sets of footsteps approached the bed a few moments later.
“We made you breakfast!” they announced.
We rubbed sleep from our eyes and padded out to the table to see colourful plates and a variety of foods spread out. We thanked and complimented - and gave a few reminders not to lick the jam spoon. And our day began with smiles and laughter. What could beat that?
After a weekend of embracing, I felt embraced right back.
Happy Thanksgiving to all of my American friends and readers! Canadian Thanksgiving was last month, but all the thankful posts online recently have me feeling grateful myself. And, really, any day is a good day for gratitude.
I hope your holiday allows you the chance to embrace all that is special and dear to you.