When I Wake Up in the Morning
I woke up this morning and didn’t know what day it was.
I woke wondering if I had to get up for work or which job I would be going to.
I woke up this morning and for a second didn’t know if my kids were home.
Were they home?
Am I forgetful?
Or perhaps a bad mom?
Some might argue “yes.”
Some have no idea.
No clue.
And some… they don’t want to know.
But I know what it’s like to wake up and not know what day it is
because every day is different
and nothing is the same.
No security.
No stability.
I know what it’s like to wake up and not know what job I’m going to
because I have too many jobs.
And I’m constantly looking for more.
More to fill hours I don’t have.
More to help pay bills.
I know what it’s like to wake up and not know if my kids are home
because they only stay with me every two weeks.
I know what it’s like to wake up and wonder who will be there for me today. Who will help me in my time of need?
I know what it’s like, but I can’t sit around crying about it, though sometimes I do.
Some times I cry a lot.
Instead, when I wake up,
I take a moment to orient myself to my surroundings, to my day.
I take a moment to think about what needs to get done,
what I need to do.
Who I need to be.
I take a moment for me.
To rediscover what I want and what I believe and who I want to be.
When I wake up in the morning everything is new because nothing is the same.
And I thank God for the breath of a new day.
Because on the other side of that breath I can create anything I want.
When I wake up in the morning, it’s the possibility of a new day.
A new life.
A new way.
And I know I am free.
Free to create.
Free to love.
Free to be
whoever I choose to be.
