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Surprise Eggs and Other Things I Love About Morning
Some rituals we carry with us from childhood with a smile. Passing these delights on to our children is not just a right of passage, it’s a gift to enjoy.
When I was a young child, I had the luxury on Sundays, and for a month every summer, to spend time alone with my Mom. No siblings, no school and no work. When I was a very small child my Dad would pick up my older brother and sister each Sunday morning for a day of visitation. I stayed home, always, to be alone with my Mom. My father moved away when I was around 6 or 7 and for several years my older brother and sister would go off to stay with him for the month of August with his other family in Tennessee. I never went, I was a Mama’s girl and liked that month to have Mommy to myself. Sunday’s alone together had primed me for our time alone together these long summer months. Sundays were when my mother would sigh and linger over her coffee and make me something special for a late breakfast. August became a continuation of that special time, Sunday breakfast still being a particularly lovely highlight.
My mother was a single mother before being a single mother was really a ‘thing’. I was born in 1960, on the cusp of the revolution, and my mother, born in the late 1930’s never got to be cool or revolutionary. She missed the spirit of the sixties altogether, having responsibilities…
