What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?
The First Hour (Mom of Two Boys Edition)
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My morning doesn’t bloom… it explodes,
With flying pillows and imaginary swords.
Before my eyes fully open wide,
I’m already referee in a WWE fight.
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“Mommm!” echoes like a sacred chant,
And peace and silence? Clearly they can’t.
One wants this, the other wants that,
And somehow… I’m the lost-and-found and the combat.
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No lunchbox battles, no tiffin race,
(Thank God for school taking that space 🙏)
But still the chaos finds its way
Because boys will turn calm into a full display.
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The kettle hums its sleepy song,
While I keep the whole house moving along.
Water bottles, uniforms, missing things,
And patience hanging by the thinnest strings.
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Somewhere between “Hurry up, you’re late!”
And “No, you can’t renegotiate fate,”
I pause for a second, close my eyes
And send a prayer softly to the skies.
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“Krishna… take over, I’ve done my bit,
Because honestly… I’m barely holding it.”
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Then comes my favorite, gentle pause
Coffee with him, without a cause. ☕
No grand talks, no dramatic scene,
Just tired smiles in the in-between.
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A little sarcasm, a shared glance,
A quiet, everyday kind of romance.
Laughing at chaos like seasoned pros,
Because this is the life we somehow chose.
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The first hour? It’s a roller ride
Messy outside, but magic inside.
Loud, emotional, funny, true…
A little bit of me, a lot of them…
And a quiet faith that pulls me through. ✨
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—Rajeshwari 🧿💕
