Mornings With Tiger

Five in the morning can be difficult. 

For some reason, maybe because the pixies and fairies are still out playing then, one in the morning seems so much easier. It's quiet then, so still, and the Tiger baby is - for the one time in her little day - serene and peaceful. 

There is something almost spiritual about one in the morning.

But five?

Tessa's "IT'S MORNING! HURRAH!" time is - almost to the minute - five thirty. Her internal body clock is very finely tuned. So Mummy gets up at five, to have a shower before the day begins. She's tried showering later, when Tiges is awake, but Tiger gets a little bit agitated when Mummy disappears behind the fogged-up shower screen, so a new plan had to be made.

And now we wake at five, shower quickly, have first breakfast ... All of this feels difficult. Mummy is still tired, crotchety, longing for the warmth of bed, and everything feels rushed and stressy.

But then, at five thirty, Tiger starts making her first little bleating "I'm wakey!" calls. She starts rustling around in her bed, stretching and grunting. 

She makes a noise that sounds a bit (but probably, to a non-Mummy ear, nothing like) "Mummy"!

And, suddenly, things don't seem so difficult.

Mummy goes back into the bedroom and scoops her little bundle into her arms and whispers, "Morning Tiges. Welcome back to the world. It's better with you in it". And Tiger, unfailingly, gives Mummy a big, sleepy smile.

The feed is less serene than the last one - Tiges is now ALL OF THE EXCITEDS - but it's fun. And then, the best bit.

Mummy takes Tiger to the change table to get her into her Big Girl Day Clothes and Tiger realises IT'S ON! The day is happening! Mummy wasn't just having a joke! THINGS ARE GOING ON!

And the squealing commences. And the little jittery movements and quick breathing. And the gleeful smiling. TIGER IS ALIVE! THINGS IS THE AWESOME!

And Mummy is swept up in the jubilation.

Five in the morning can be difficult.

Five thirty is oh so lovely.

~ Love, Miss Cackle