Start Your Day With Joy


Somewhere, in the recesses of my consciousness, I was aware that it was morning, but the drug of sleep was heavy upon me and I didn’t much care. My head was like lead on my pillow and my face turned away from the alarm clock. Even if I had seen the time — even if it had said Noon — I wouldn’t have moved.

I became increasingly aware of the sunshine. I felt it on my eyelids, invading, and I drifted numbly back into oblivion. What was that noise? The children. I don’t care. I’m asleep. And again I fell into the heavy darkness.

I might have stayed that way for a good deal longer had it not been for a tiny sensation on my cheek. A light pressure; gentle and careful. I slowly became conscious of the touch of a little hand upon my face, my forehead, my ear; and then small fingers stroking, correcting strands of displaced hair.

The sensation was confusing. I was still partially in a place of dreams and this moment was like a dream; a most beautiful and tender moment, unlike any other. So unexpected and disarming. I had the sense of being a child. I struggled to recall that I was not a child, but a mother.

Fighting through my sleepy haze, I saw through barely opened eyelids the sight of tiny knees next to me, inching slowly forward, closer and closer. My eyes widened a bit and took in the miniature person by my side, born just eighteen months before, gazing at me with intensity and devotion. His little hand was suspended over my temple and he slowly lowered it again to move the hair from my face. He brought his beautifully intense eyes close enough to me so that our noses were almost touching. The fog was lifting quickly but I was struck silent and still in the presence of this loving innocence.

I had no desire to fall back into darkness but my body lay heavy and unmoving, completely overcome by the moment. He looked straight into my eyes. Watching. Waiting. Inching. My son’s little arm moved forward and stretched across my neck. His knees had finally reached my side and he buried his soft head under my chin. I love you, he said. Actually, he said  I wuv ooo… in his tiny little voice that so often makes me laugh. I love you, too, I whispered, and I held him close in the embrace that he had been longing for. And my tears fell into his hair.

Awakening. To the morning. To beauty. To gratitude. To joy. Every once in a while, God offers a moment of grace so pure and beautiful that my life changes forever as He draws me closer to His Sacred Heart. In a household filled with children and life, these moments come with frequency. But I am not always awake.

“…you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.” ~ 1 Peter 2:9

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Melody is a Catholic mama joyfully seeking truth, sanctity and a clean kitchen amidst the hustle and bustle of her full house. A happy wife and homeschooling mother of seven, she is devoted to her vocation while finding bits of time for a few happy distractions. How does a Catholic homeschooling mother manage faith, family, education, creative pursuits, fitness and fellowship? The calendar is set. The reality is flexible. The days are colorful. The dishes are piling. The children are blossoming. The Lord is merciful. Blessed be the Lord! You can share in Melody’s journey of hope and joy at her blog, Blossoming Joy: A Journal of Home Education, Christian Womanhood and the Pursuit of Sanctity.

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  • Lee

    Melody- I enjoyed the beautiful vision presented in your words. Little hands giving of self, unconditional and full of love for you. God bless you.

  • Louis Oliver Bruchez

    Beautiful! I hope and pray that I can ‘wake’ each day too!

  • Norman

    That was precious and it describes God’s love for us when we are under his wings and seeking his face. Thank you Melody for sharing.

  • Julie

    So beautiful…brought tears to my eyes.
    Thanks for sharing!

  • rosebud

    You are both so out of yourself & into a love for the other. I compare this to the belief that Our Lady will always direct us to Her Son because nothing is more dear to Her. She is the surest-most direct path to our Ultimate Bliss; Heaven/ Love for God.

  • BillinJax

    Beautiful mother Melody with heart so true, this is for you.

    I say God bless you women with faith and conviction.

    You women who have given your life to your husbands and children, gone through childbirth, cooked and cleaned, dried the tears and bound our wounds all the while praying to God to guide and protect us have the natural gift of eternal love and
    survival for those around you. Men may be physically stronger but we tend to be
    short sighted looking only at what is affecting us at the moment and what to do
    about it. We are the first to mope about when things go wrong instead of
    accepting life as it comes to us knowing nothing good comes with out some pain
    or discomfort. It is in the nature God gave you to be the heart and soul of what we call humanity. Neither Man nor earth was complete until woman came upon the scene and made life fruitful and abundant. Don’t let anyone try to deny this truth.

    And the woman God made especially for Himself, our Mother Mary Queen of heaven, also naturally with her heart of eternal love wants to gather all of Gods children under her maternal care and lead them through Christ to the Father. Like you women she has taken it as her duty and commitment as His bride to care for the children of God. Bless you!!