Up the Family Tree

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Morning Person

                                           By Judy

Like Grace, I am a morning person. I wasn’t always one, but I became one after the birth of my first child. When my children were babies, they were early risers, and I had a rocking chair positioned so I had a view to the east. It helped, too, that I lived on a hill in a house with a lot of east windows. Sunrises in Kansas are beautiful, no matter the season. There are just fewer visible ones during the gray, cloudy days of winter.

My early-rising children converted to late risers during their teen years. There were contributing factors to their conversions, of course. One son had a job that required him to work some week nights, and he didn’t get home until after 10:00 p.m.  His grades did not suffer, but I wouldn’t want to know the number of times he was tardy for his first class at school. We made sure we sent him to college with a couple of loud alarm clocks.

One day my younger son, who was old enough to drive, and I made tentative plans to meet for lunch. He was to pick me up at my office. Lunch came, but no son, and I assumed he had made other plans. Because our lunch date was “iffy”, I was not alarmed he had not called. When I arrived home shortly after 5:00 P.M., he greeted me.

“What are you doing home this time of day? I thought we were going to lunch today,” he said. His hair was still wet from his recent shower.

“I always come home right after 5:00 P.M.,” I answered. “I thought we were going to lunch today, too. When you didn’t come by at noon, I assumed you had made other plans with your friends.”  

“So, it’s not lunch time?” my son asked as he looked up toward the kitchen clock.

“No, it’s pretty much dinner time,” I said and pulled leftovers out of the fridge. “Did you have a good day’s sleep?” I asked.

“Uh, well, yes I did,” he answered. “Say, what are you doing for lunch tomorrow, and could you call me around 11:30 A.M?”