Marathon Mornings

Marathon Mornings

Do you experience hectic mornings getting the little one(s) off to school?  When you drop off your progeny do you feel as though you have crossed a threshold of sorts, as you would if you were say… crossing a finishing line? That is because you have just completed the Morning Marathon. Treat your morning routine as you would a marathon. For a marathon, you should prepare, treat your body properly, learn best practices from those who have done it before and train with a team. Preparation might include some night before preparation such as picking out clothing and packing lunch components. Treating your body might include daily breakfast (yours too), staying hydrated and getting the rest you need. Learn different tactics for streamlining the process (a.k.a. cutting back on your finishing time). You have friends and relatives who are veteran morning marathoners so use them as resources. Remember that morning marathons are really a team sport. Your team includes various members, including, but not limited to, spouses, children, their teachers, morning caregivers and even those friendly, knowing, parents you see at Heartbreak Hill (the school parking lot or drop off line). Your team goal is getting the little one(s) off to the best start possible.   Remember that you will get better at the morning routine as you practice. At the same time accept that some mornings will leave you feeling sore, scattered and frazzled, just as I felt one day last Spring when I dropped off my daughter and got into somebody else’s car, taking a few seconds to realize something wasn’t quite right. bulvár . Remember, as you wave good-bye to your child, (or finish break-dancing by your child’s classroom window) that doing whatever is necessary to cross that finish line each day and start your little one’s day off right makes you a champion.

 

Nicole Johnson-Ortega is mother to Isabel and Jocelyn and wife to José. She dedicates her first “post” to her family and the rest of her Morning Marathon team!

Writer’s note: In my defense, the car I accidentally entered was the same make, model and color as mine.