*Ha!* Who would have ever thought, ME! ME getting up at 6:30-7:30 in the morning!!! Yep! That’s all me! I am officially an “early bird.” I’ve never been the one to lay around in bed anyways, not for too long that is, but I’m up before the roosters and the chickens sometimes. Or either I’m getting up with them. If there’s a day when I’m like, “Naomi, we’re not being responsible today.” She’ll shack her head, “No.” *Hahahha, cute right* On those days, I stay in bed until 10 o’clock, tops! Anyways, I get up before Naomi, Naomiiiiii wakes up between 9:30-10:00 a.m. Lately she’s been getting up at 11 o’clock on the dot though. Which is nice honestly, but that’s because we have to fight her every night lately to go to sleep. She may lay in bed or whatever, but as sooooon as she feels those eyes getting really heavy, she’ll start yelling, or bopping her head! Just to keep herself from falling asleep. In unison Rob and I say, “Naomi lay down!” And that whole scene repeats itself for about another hour! *I do believe we’ve had this discussion before* So yeah, I get up mostly at 7:30. I make my morning detox tea, I collect my thoughts and my thank yous as I prepare for my morning talk with Jesus. *Prayer book* I light my candles. *Its a must.* I may play my Pandora, *John P. Kee station* or sometimes I just want it to be quiet. *Peace be still* I always give thanks for all the things I see and for the things I don’t. I always pray for my husbands protection. “God, please watch over my husband today, the love of my life. Protect him as a man, a black man, and a Marine. Thank you Father.” I also pray many many prayers over my baby girl. *Ya’ll, I love her so much. I swear being a mom, being her mom, *smile* is everything to me* I pray for continuing growth in me, no weapon formed against me shall prosper. I ask God to bless this family, individually and collectively. Afterwards, I text my morning folks, my love bugs and see how they’re making it on their way to work, or their way around the house. I eventually turn the television on and start Naomis breakfast. I call my baby daddy and see how his morning is going this far. I love the sound of his voice. By this time if my sista is up, which she usually is, we’ll hit each other up and start out chit chat. Eventually I can hear Naomi whining for me. “GOOD MORNING BEAUTIFUL!” That lil foot be yelling after me, LIKE SHE MY MOMMA. I can be in another part of the house if I want too! Shoot! That’s my baby though. Couldn’t imagine life without this same ole routine everyday. HOLD UP! I’ll take that back, because Naomi has thrown me a curve ball quite a few times! She’ll wake up with me right at 7:30 and be bright eyes and bushy tail, ready to start her day. If I want her to go back to sleep, I cannot! I REPEAT!! I CAN NOT! Let those feet hit he floor, cause it’s a wrap if I do!!
So yep, Monday through Sunday, I’m up and ready to take on the day. BUT GUESS WHAT. Tomorrow, Monday morning I have a appointment with my dermatologist at 8:45 a.m!! *Inhales, exhales, sigh* If it wasn’t for the holidays, I would have been like, “no thank you ma’am” when the receptionist gave me my options. The early bird will probably be dragging tomorrow! I bet!!! That’s how it goes.
Some people will probably wonder, how am I an “early bird” when I’m not out grinding, hustling for mines. Hahaha, oh I grinds, *PLEASE* believe me Jodi. My hustle may be different from a few hustlers, but it’s not a Jones that’s a slacker in this house hold. I hustle hard for my daughter, so she can have consistency and structure in her life. Her day starts happy because I’m happy, even though I may wonder, minorly stress over minimum and happy things, I’m at peace, I have joy, which makes me happy. I’m happy so she’s happy. I fill our safe haven with joy, so our day can flow without any negative distractions. *Speak life* I’m not getting up in a rush, in a scurry, because I’m all over the place. Everything is well put together with patience and love for my baby girl in the morning because that’s what she deserves!
See, things that are fleeky in my life, is my daughters smile, while I dance to Sid the Science Kid theme song, *Rug Time* it’s litty when my husband walks in the house after a long day at work, unscaved. He may be tired, maybe even a little stressed. But hey, that’s a small thing to a giant to my God. I’ll handle that later, when he dozes off at night. I’ll just lay my hands right on that peanut head and pray for peace and clarity. I’m turnt up when Naomi and Rob are playing from room to room in the house, and I can sneak out to the corner store to grab a mango juice alone, without having to fix a snack bag. My high is when I go to sleep to my King at night, knowing I’m his Queen. Turn down for what! Shooooooot. I’m a ride or die for my man, not cause I’ll kick down the door waving the 4-4. *Did I even write that right? haha* Not because I’ll lie under oath in front of a jury. But I’m a ride or die because I pray for my husband! I don’t belittle him and address him as my nigga or my zzzdaddy. Because I know God has blessed me with a MAN. I have no problem saying that he’s the head of the house hold, because we stand TOGETHER, I’m not alone!
I’m the early bird who gets the worm, because I start my mornings with God. We need more than just clothes, bomb sew ins and lace front wigs. We need more than just manicured nails and pedicured toes. A lot of people have a lot of things, but don’t have peace in having them. I will always inspire for happiness in life before materialistic things. Make sure your hustle is really hard when you think about the things you’re hustling for. My hustle may not bring in money, *right now, what God has for me, it is for me* but my hustle is real, my grind is real, I’m fleeky and it’s lit because I know that God is the reason for the season. Make sure your priorities are straight, and mostly for your children!!! Because when things get REAL, it’s important to be in peace and not pieces….
I’m Just Saying….
*Have a BLESSED Sunday* <winks right eye>